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We could... go for another coffee,
out of here.

I don't think so.

I should make it easy on myself like you.

- I thought you were gunning for Sam.
- Gunning for her?

What do you know that I don't?

Lots of things.

(Car alarm beeps)

Come on.

(Beeping)

Billy, Kyle. Back room.

I'll take front. You're upstairs. When I say
we're done, we're done. Understand?

- Sweet, man.
- I want out in two minutes.

(Horns blare)

(Radio) 'What a brave man you are.
Pop it all out... '

(Man) 50 seconds.

JJ, come on, mate.

JJ!

JJ, get out, man.

- 'What on earth are you doing there... '
- (Horns blast frantically)

Come on! Get a move on! Get out!

- Shit, he's back. Get in the van.
- What?

- Do it, man.
- Oh, shit.

D, come in, man. D, he's back.

JJ, I told you to get out. Don't you do that.

Shit! Oh, Shit!

(Engine revs, tyres screech)

Shit! Where are they going?

Sort out the window.
Sort out the window!

Come on!

(Rattling)

Come on. Come on!

- He's not answering.
- Keep trying.

- Shall I...?
- Go for it.

Everyone, Harry's stuck in traffic.
Let's play catch-up.

3am this morning, Ml6 officers woke up
Harry requiring an urgent meet. Here's why.

What's the first thing you notice?

- This is a test, right? A trick question?
- That it didn't go off.

Yes. The missile punches through concrete,
once in the building, it detonates

emitting a pulse,
destroying all electronic components.

EMP. Kills technology, not people.

- No live images of mass civilian slaughter.
- Just dead computers.

If you need public support for a war,
it's the weapon.

It's sparked a new arms race.
Led by this man. Henri Durand.

French military scientist with
an ego the size of the Eiffel Tower.

In the '80s, he was linked
to the development of arms

that were peddled to the Argentinians.

Ml6 have been monitoring him ever since.

A few months ago, Durand and his ego
resigned from the French military.

They took the technology with them.

Durand's used EMP technology to create
a new program with private backing.

He's made an airburst missile,
detonates at a thousand feet,

sending out an EMP wave
over a square mile.

- They could bring London to its knees.
- Game over.

He's called this new program Firestorm.

The backer's name is Frank Hastings.

- Middleweight arms dealer.
- We ran an op on him before?

(Tom) Ml6 has monitored him.

Hastings met Durand and lured him
from the French government

on the promise he'll sell Firestorm.

We have to procure
the program before it's sold.

- You mean steal it?
- (Zoe) From the French?

Yeah.

British ownership is the best defence.
Cold War rhetoric, I know.

Well, if that isn't illegal...
it's very, very naughty.

The sale of Firestorm could raise enough
to buy three small countries

with enough change to save the NHS.

But there's only one copy and
it can only be accessed via Durand's laptop

and it's always handcuffed to his wrist
or locked up in a safe.

- Where is he now?
- Ml6 tracked him here.

Hastings Defence Solutions. Intelligence
says Firestorm will be sold within 48 hours.

- Who's buying?
- It's tricky.

We're scanning the usual suspects,
Iran, Syria, Libya.

Checking embassies for hidden guests.

Oh, and we mustn't get caught.

It's a diplomatic tinderbox.
Nothing we do can connect us to Firestorm.

- We set someone up?
- We task an agent who's deniable.

Someone who's never worked for
any Government agency.

A cleanskin.

And we have to do it
with the French watching.

The DGSE know Durand is here.
They're sending an operative over.

- Jean-Luc Goyon from the DGSE.
- Wow!

'An expert in surveillance
techniques and ex-special forces.'

- (Phone)
- (Sam) 'Hello? Yeah, thank you.'

Jean-Luc's in the lobby, by the way.

- Keep him down there as long as you can.
- Keep him down where?

Sorry.

I didn't think working
with the French was our thing.

- I think it's a really, really good idea.
- I saw him first.

- I outrank you.
- Bitch.

- Actually, Danny, he'll be with you.
- What? I don't want him.

I'll stick him on static obs
with an ashtray and a pot of coffee.

Jean-Luc can't get wind of us
running a secret operation.

Hey, D, maybe it's full of bling bling.

Whatever it is,
it ain't meant for the likes of us.

Shit.

- Oi, Moby Dickhead.
- Leave me alone.

- Show me the magic, bro.
- Ain't in the mood, Kyle.

For me. Here, this page.

Man, you're a freak.
You need to be locked up, bro.

It's easy. Like a photo.
Just see it once.

Don't even have to know what it means.

- D's right, man. I messed up.
- How?

He told me to leave but I saw that case.

If you want something, take it.
No one's gonna give it to you.

- Maybe it's full of cash.
- Exactly.

And who made that happen?

Look, I ain't good at much, yeah.

I don't know the things that you know
but I do know this...

no one's coming to get us,
know what I mean?

What you sayin', Kyle?

D's holding you back, keeping you here.

You shouldn't be saying that shit to me.
D's looking out for me.

I ain't never gonna get out of this place
but you got something special.

- You can get out of here.
- What did you say, bro?

- Nothing. We was just rappin'.
- Don't listen to this fool, bro.

Look at his rags. You see any bling? No.

Who's wearing the cloth?
Who's wearing the bling?

You are, D.

That's right. So go open that case for me.

Don't you ever say shit to my brother again.

Ever.

Firestorm's like a jigsaw.
It's encrypted on the web.

The only way to decipher it is with codes
that have to be input on Durand's laptop.

- Ml6 have tried to access the laptop before.
- And failed.

But they discovered the access codes
via surveillance.

- Where are they?
- In Harry's briefcase.

I have a state-of-the-art alarm system.

A random burglar wouldn't know
where to start.

I found traces of blood.
They're being analysed now.

You have to tell them.

Six will have copies of the codes
and we need them.

Harry, it's our duty
as much as yours to report this.

I know.

But I would ask for a few hours
while I try and save my career.

I'll be in my office.

Rule number one.
Never, ever take your work home with you.

Rule number two is to report any officer
that does, especially when he loses it.

- We could all be implicated.
- Harry wouldn't be alone in losing his job.

No. I realise the implications of this
but he asked for a few hours.

You think he'd do the same for us?

Our concern should be losing momentum
and any chance of procuring Firestorm,

- which'll be bad for our careers.
- Sorry...

The Frenchman wants eyes on Durand.
See he gets what he needs.

We run this op as normal. Keep him out
of this building for as long as possible.

You two, get a cleanskin into that building.

- I didn't sign up for this.
- You did. I read the paperwork.

Worthless. Like you!

See what happens when you don't listen?

I nearly shot some posh geezer for this!

- What is it, D?
- Shut up!

Stop that Uri Geller shit.

So, what we gonna do with it?

Burn it. Burn it in the bath.

Durand was our top weapons
development scientist.

Leaving at such a crucial time
raised suspicions.

Anything Durand was working on
is the property of the French Government.

We appreciate your help very much.

- How long will Durand be here?
- 48 hours.

We simply require
some low-level observation

and, of course,
the phone taps we requested.

I'm reliably informed
we'll have those by midday.

I don't think you understand.

Durand thinks he's safe here.

If he has stolen technology from France,
this is where he'll probably sell it.

This is why we requested
phone taps in advance.

Yes, but there are certain procedures
we have to follow.

Danny is head of surveillance.
He's at your disposal.

Attention, c'est tr�s chaud.

Durand has gone to Hastings' offices.

- A surveillance unit is en route.
- OK.

Sam, merci.

C'est un plaisir.

On y va?

Any more ex-cons?
I've run out of candidates.

No.

If we find somebody suitable,
what about training them?

We'll tackle that
when we've got our cleanskin.

All this is pointless unless we find
the stolen codes, the ones that you had.

If we run this agent clean,
it means no paper, no proof.

- I know that.
- That's a lot of numbers to remember.

In the field, under stress,
could you do that?

I want a list of agents within the hour.

- Why did you take the case home?
- It was 3am and I was closer to the house.

One of them will report it.
It's their jobs on the line, too.

All of our jobs are on the line.

If our agent is caught,
this government will hang us all out to dry.

What else was in the case, Harry?

This was amongst
other samples of Hastings' products.

Ml6 wanted it in the Durand file.

With any luck,
they'll try and make a call with it.

- (Phone)
- Yeah.

Excellent. They've matched the blood stain.

"Jason James Franks.
14 years old. Nickname JJ."

Got an address?

Only for his older brother,
Denton Franks.

Been in care since he was four.

JJ recently broke his probation order.
There's a warrant out for him.

- If he's there, I'll send the plods round.
- No. Just get the case back.

You're in big shit. This wouldn't be
happening if you'd just left that case.

- Leave it out.
- I'm serious. You gonna get a beating, J.

Hey, this works.

- Shit!
- What the hell was that?

- Help me, man! What you done, JJ, man?
- Call an ambulance!

No! We'll all be in shit. You can walk in.

- What you doing?
- Look at him!

Yeah, do that, JJ.
Cos you is the cause of this.

- Give me that phone and lock the door.
- Don't let me die, man!

I love a Scottish accent.

- Is that right?
- Oh, yeah.

- Is Sam attached?
- I'm here to assist you with Durand,

- not to discuss colleagues.
- OK, OK.

So tell me, how many eyes do you have?
You have the target ringed?

If he moves, I assume you will
pick up the route, run parallel obs.

I have what we have available.

And what exactly is available?

Officers that aren't following
four suspected al-Qaeda terrorists.

I would really appreciate it
if you wouldn't do that.

And I'd really appreciate it

if you would call your superiors
to chase the phone taps.

- (Mobile)
- Yeah?

- We still on for tonight?
- Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, of course.

'I thought you'd call earlier.'

The Chinese Government's plane
requested a fuel stop in Heathrow.

- But then you probably knew that.
- I'd be lying if I said no.

- I've booked the opera.
- The opera? That's for tour...

Tourists, I know!
We could just do a Chinese.

- No, no. Opera's good. What is it?
- Tosca. See you there at seven.

Seven. Bye.

Yes.

The Chinese president's plane asked
for a stopover. Get a passenger list.

Who am I looking for?

- Not sure.
- OK.

So, found anyone yet?

What would be a good idea is if in future we
have a file marked "Potential Cleanskins".

That's a no, then.

Durand and Hastings have some setup.

Wireless CCTV systems,
motion sensors, scramblers,

all run off one IT system.

It's the most secure civilian site in the UK.

- Alarm goes off, the building shuts down.
- You have news about my cat burglar?

Not news, exactly. That's the thing.

- The thing?
- We installed a high-level,

personalised security system at your house,
one I devised myself.

I have run every diagnostic and
I still have no clue how the kid hacked in.

Great.

You need 20 permeations
of five different codes to get access.

You'd need a sophisticated code breaker,
not something you can get at Dixons.

Could he have built it himself?

He could, but that would make him
one very smart cookie.

- Jason James Franks.
- Who are you?

JJ... you stole a case
from a house this morning.

- I need it back.
- Don't know what you mean.

- The case, that's all.
- No, it's not all. JJ, here. Now.

This is my house and he's my little brother,
which means you are in big shit.

All we want is the case.

I don't see no "we". I just see you.

Of course you do.
The case. The phone. And the boy.

The boy? Who? JJ?

You cannot imagine what will happen
if you pull that trigger.

Who are you? You ain't no copper.

(Harry) Believe me, you don't want to know.

The best thing you can do right now
is give us what we want.

- The case!
- It's not here.

- We know it's here.
- I burnt it. Look in the bath.

That was a phenomenally
stupid thing to do.

- No phone.
- Where is it?

How am I supposed to know?

Just give it to them, D, man.
Get them out of here.

Nice one, JJ.

I'll take it to the press.

You have the gall to stand there
and threaten me?

They say mobiles are bad for you? No shit.

One call from this does the job.

That's right. Your mobile went off, bro.
18, and fighting for his life.

- Whose prints are on the weapon?
- You burnt any proof that links it to us.

You're looking at a life sentence
if your friend dies.

What you gonna do with him?

It's enough for you to know that
he's better off with us than with you.

- He's special, you know.
- I know.

(Distorted) 'Denton...

'Denton, wait... '

Let go of me! What you doing?

Get off me, man!

Denton!

(Bleeping)

Sam. Search the yellow tags in Registry.

- Everything we have on this man. Now.
- OK.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

You British,
you need better equipment, my friend.

- It doesn't get any better.
- You haven't seen ours.

This only happens
if there's another team on the plot.

The police, maybe.

Maybe.

(Radio) 'Charlie One.
Driver is moving car round to the main gate.'

- He's on the move.
- Hold parallel obs. Keep him ringed.

You see? We do speak the same language.

You might want to look at
Hastings' phone taps.

- Who's he talking to?
- A Mr Jing Hui.

Shit! That's Chinese!

Get the tapes and start editing them.
Jean-Luc can't find out, OK?

Two hours ago GCHQ picked up a call

from the Chinese Government's 747
to Hastings' offices.

- It's a Chinese sale.
- Many believe they're the next superpower.

They'll be one big step closer
if they get their hands on Firestorm.

- Harry.
- Sometimes, to gain what we must have,

we have to take risks.
Firestorm tips the scales.

It outweighs the risks of anything
we might lose, including my job.

The codes are gone, Tom. My time is up.

- I have to come clean.
- You're telling Six?

And the DG. I'm reporting at four.

You make a mistake, you pay the price.

Firestorm is our priority now.
We have to get it back.

That boy has a photographic memory.

Yes, but we chose this job.
JJ's a child. What choice does he get?

I've checked the passenger list.
A missile expert was on board. Dr Jing Hui.

He called Hastings from the plane.
Set up a meeting for tomorrow, 9am.

Harry, he's 14.

That's why no one would believe
Ml5 tasked him to steal anything.

You're not serious?

Use a child as a cleanskin?

It wouldn't be a first. Terrorists aren't
the only ones to manipulate youth.

It's all part of the game.

The game? This isn't a game, Harry!

You might think it is but I'm not playing.

Then come up with an alternative

because right now,
a 14-year-old thief is our best option.

I checked with the hospital.
Your friend is stable.

- Yeah?
- Kyle. He is your friend, isn't he?

We run together.
He ain't nothin' more than that.

How many systems have you broken?
Ones like this morning.

Like I'll tell you. You ain't the police.
What does it matter?

You impressed my boss.
That's why you're here.

- Where?
- A government building.

- Government? That makes you what?
- A civil servant.

(Scoffs)

My brother, he knows, innit? Had you
sussed from the off. So, why am I here?

- We're offering you an alternative.
- To what?

- Where were you locked up?
- Feltham Young Offenders.

- Happy there?
- You got to report me first to the police.

I don't see you can do that with that phone.

- What phone?
- That one!

I don't see any phone.

Who's going to believe
a 14-year-old convicted thief,

wanted in connection with a shooting?

We could frame the Pope.
What chance have you got?

I got proof you exist. Wanna see it?
Wanna see the magic?

Paris, 2001. At 1600 hrs, Sunday 5th March.

We follow our target, Durand, south.
Target met with Frank Hastings.

What'll that mean to anyone?

Firestorm is accessed by
a series of nine 12-digit codes.

Codes must be input in this sequence.

The first, 7, 15, 26,

38, 43, 15, 12, 2...

Hell's bells! Those codes are in his head.

That's right, I remember everything.

Everything! It's all in here, bro,
and you ain't getting none of it.

Now, either charge me or
let me see my lawyer, government man.

(Radio) 'Target's proceeding through lobby.'

(Danny) Durand and Hastings
are on the move.

(Ruth) 'They're selling to the Chinese.
Keep Jean-Luc distracted.'

- He knows we're on to them.
- 'How? '

Because I would.

(Radio) 'Target in sight.
Awaiting instructions.'

- 'Copy, Alpha One. Set up ring fences.'
- 'Roger.'

'Copy that, Alpha Two.'

This is Charlie One.
Alpha Nine and Six, break off.

- Double espresso.
- Water, please. Thank you.

My father smoked until he was 72,
you know that?

Strangely enough, no, I didn't.

(Speaking French)

72 years on caffeine and nicotine -
the two major food groups.

You don't like me. It's OK.

Gentlemen, welcome.
Very nice to meet you.

- Excuse me.
- Bonjour.

All units, targets are leaving.

You have two options.
The first, we hand you over to the police.

Seeing as you shot your friend,
I'd advise against that.

- It was an accident.
- Of course it was.

Look, I'm not going to do shit you tell me,
so let me out of here!

We'll be upstairs.

We are trying to offer you a way out, JJ.

If I help, you'll take me
back to my brother, right?

Yes.

At least Denton is a straight-up thief.

- Are you sure he's up to this?
- He has to be.

Start preparing him.

His job is to access the computer
and input the codes.

- You make it sound easy.
- It's open!

- How?
- He must have seen us type in the code.

You need a card.

He's got mine.

OK, I think I know where he's going.
Let's go.

What you doing here?

Should have seen me, bro.
I got away from the government, man!

(Distant siren)

You're a fool.

I don't want you here.
I can't have nothing to do with you.

But you're all I got. You said it.

- They'll follow you...
- You said we're all we got.

I said that cos I thought you could help me.

But you didn't. You messed up.
You got it now?

- Don't come looking for me.
- But what happens to me?

Whatever these people want, give it to them.

Without me, you could fly.

Show them the magic.

Please don't leave me.

Denton!

(Distant siren)

Here he is.

- You OK?
- Let's go.

(PA) 'Ladies and gentlemen,

'the evening's pefformance is about
to begin. Please take your seats.'

I'm sorry. I've got to work.

Hey, I lied. I hate opera.

You look amazing.

Thank you.

- Some other time?
- Yeah, I'd like that.

- Wicked!
- These show us inside Hastings' offices.

Get in there
as easily as you got into Harry's.

That weren't nothing.
Plenty more tricks where that came from.

We can manipulate the internal
CCTV cameras via digital codes.

The cameras are hidden in the ceilings.

- We only have control for a short period...
- Then the system crashes.

Once inside, it's all about timing.

We've got you a swipe card and
a fingerprint copy to give you access.

Fingerprint? How did you do that?

We just went through their rubbish
until we found something with a print on it.

What am I nicking?

It's a computer program
and you're not nicking it.

We need you to email it to us.
Can you do this, JJ?

I got into his house with my eyes closed.
What do you think?

- (Zoe) How's it going with Jean-Luc?
- I'm not convinced by him.

What are we looking for, exactly?

A sign that Jean-Luc's
not being completely honest with us.

But as long as our cleanskin gets in
and steals Firestorm, what does it matter?

Who's he?

This is an exact schematic
of Hastings' property,

doors, windows, CCTV camera positions.

You need to memorise this
by tomorrow morning.

- Sweet. You got any games on here?
- Well, actually...

No.

That's your insertion point.

- My what?
- Your way in.

Negotiate the turnstile,
so use your swipe card.

There's a revolving door.
You'll come to some stairs. Don't rush.

Use your fingerprint entry for
the security pods then it's just corridors.

You'll only have five minutes
to locate Durand's office,

download the program
and mail it back to us.

Easy.

If you press enter, the program will start.
Control it with the joystick.

(Zoe) Not too fast, not too slow.
Just walk normally.

Maintain a steady, even pace.
Don't draw attention to yourself.

I'll lock onto the CCTV, adjust the angle
of the camera so you have a clear path.

You have to allow time for
each camera to move off your position.

Input the codes
then mail the program to us.

Remember, JJ,
you've only got five minutes to get there.

Richard Bertrand. Ex-Foreign Legion.

Currently attached
to the French Secret service.

Foreign Legion? As was Jean-Luc, captain.
Bertrand served under him.

If he identified Jing Hui, he'll know
Durand's got something worth selling.

A team'll be on stand-by to snatch it. We
must get in first and get it from the French.

Let's tell the others.

Ain't there nothing else I've got to learn
for this spy mission? I've got joystick fever.

OK, take a break. Type the codes
into the computer. Practise the sequence.

"Practise the sequence."
Where'd you learn to speak?

- There's one more code, JJ.
- Maybe he only remembers for a short time.

Come on, JJ. You know the codes.
Enter the last one.

(Zoe) Tom, what's going on?

Who's gonna believe a thief like me?

What you said - a common thief.

Just put the numbers in
and you're home and dry.

But I won't be, will I?

Ain't gonna have no mic in my ear.

No backup. No traces. No way out.

They catch me, I'm toast. Some scum thief.

- Once you've downloaded Firestorm...
- The truth. That's all I want.

You or anybody else...

the intention was the same.

We leave no traces.

So I'm going down? That's the way it is?

That's up to you.

The system crashes in five minutes.

That leaves me in the building.
How do you get me out?

We don't.

As far as we're concerned,
this is a one-way mission.

JJ, you are the only one
who can get yourself out of there.

It's cool.

It's all I'm good at, right?

I mean, that's why I'm here.

- I know my place.
- It's not like that...

Look, me and you
are from two different galaxies.

I do this for you,
you do something for me.

All right?

You see Kyle gets everything he needs.
You get me? Everything.

Private room, big bowl of fruit,
the ones they do in Harrods.

Tom, Danny wants you in the grid... now.

Jean-Luc and Richard Bertrand
are both ex-special forces.

You certain Jean-Luc
identified our Chinese guy?

99% . Which, with special forces,
will mean one thing.

A take team. When Jean-Luc sees
the Chinese at Hastings,

he'll try and stop whatever's going off.

- Do we abort?
- No.

We have to steal Firestorm and we will.

And before the French
get their grubby paws on it.

Double up surveillance,
watch Durand's every move

and keep tabs on
our Foreign Legion friends.

So... you were with the Legion?

A captain.

- Eight years.
- How did you end up there?

They have a base in Marseille,
near where I lived. I liked the uniforms.

And it seemed better than spending my life
on the streets of Marseille.

- It was that or football.
- Football?

Hm. I could have played for Marseille.

Why didn't you?

Marie-Anne.

She hated football.

- What happened to her?
- She ran off with my best friend.

What can you do?

- I think you like Sam.
- Really?

What gave you that impression?

I can read people.
It's why I am good at what I do.

And it's how I know you British know
more about Durand than you are saying.

Put this on your index finger.

- This one?
- No, this is your index finger.

- Cool.
- This only works once so no hanging about.

It deteriorates quickly when it comes
into contact with the skin. You're good to go.

(Tom) I'll be right with you, JJ.

This is set on our emergency frequency
so only you will hear us.

OK. Are you OK?

- He's not ready. You know it, I know it.
- With you watching over him?

He's only seen the inside on a computer
program. What chance has he got?

One.

When the car gets to those gates,
you go through that turnstile.

The guard watches the main gates.

- Cool.
- Cool.

OK. Here we go.

Alpha Two. Position.
Good to go on my mark?

Confirmed. Good to go.

- We're about to log onto the system.
- We're ready.

Listen if anyone in there for any reason
has a gun, do not run.

- JJ! Is that clear?
- Yeah.

OK.

- 60 seconds.
- On your mark.

Set... out.

(Radio) 'Jing Hui's car is approaching
target premises via north carriageway.

- 'Vehicle passing security.'
- (Tom) 'OK. He's in.'

(Zoe) Four minutes, 40 seconds.

(Tom) 'Walking back to you.'

(Phone)

- Durand.
- 'Jing Hui has arrived. Please join us.'

One minute.

- Zoe.
- I got it.

Shit, there's intefference!

He'll be at camera two, southeast corridor.

- The frequency's messed up.
- Get it off his position...

I can't! I'm off line.

I've lost it again.

- I've lost it.
- There must be another team.

This has to be to do with Jean-Luc.

- We're back on.
- Come on, JJ, move.

- What's he doing?
- It's a keypad entry system.

What? It can't be.

- We didn't pick it up!
- (Tom) Wait.

- (Beeping)
- Come on!

Yes!

- Good boy, JJ.
- Yes!

A security guard?
The inspection's meant to be over.

- He's hiding his face.
- What do you mean?

That's Bertrand!

Once he's accessed Firestorm,
we'll see it download here... hopefully.

(Zoe) Durand's on his way back.
(Tom) Come on, JJ!

- No, we're out of time.
- Where is it?

Oh, God.

(Door opens)

Durand. Hand over the laptop.

Do it... now!

- Wait!
- Tom, we can't just leave him in there.

We're not even supposed to be here, right?

Did you order him to kill Durand?

I would remind you
that an accusation like that,

from your government to mine,
has far-reaching consequences.

So does having people
executed on British soil.

I really have no idea
what you are talking about.

- You're lying.
- Am I? Prove it.

But you do know this man?

Richard Bertrand. Of course I know him.

- He served in my regiment.
- Come on! He was one of the team in there.

What is this really about?

You concealing the truth from us.

I am concealing nothing.
He served under me.

I believe he is now a gun for hire.
Someone hired him.

It's all a bit bloody convenient, isn't it?

I suppose.

It's being reported as
a burglary gone wrong.

But it could have been worse, no?

Durand didn't manage to sell Firestorm.

So, like you, the Chinese are left
empty-handed. But bravo, nice try.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Was there anything else?

- We just left JJ there.
- Looks like he's got out. Robbed me twice.

You have nothing to say to me on this.
You're in the wrong, Harry.

The only thing
you've thought about is yourself.

We have to find that boy. I'll sort it myself.

It was never yours in the first place
so you lost nothing.

Taxi.

- Seems I got something you want.
- Seems you do.

- How much do you want it?
- Depends on what you think it's worth.

- I know what it's worth.
- No, you don't.

Yeah, I do. It's two grand worth of kit.
And this is how it works.

Kyle gets his fruit bowl, right?

Your boss doesn't press charges
and I get a grand and a half for this.

Is that all?

What do you mean, is that all?
1,500. What planet do you live on?

I can offer you more than money.
I can offer you a chance to change your life.

Maybe I don't want to change my life.
This is my life.

Today, you and I made a difference.

We can offer you an education, JJ,
maybe even a job.

No, man. The fruit bowl.

My brother walks
and I'll have the cash in fifties.

OK. It's up to you.

- What's this?
- My home phone number.

- Not many people have that.
- You need to get out more, T.

I'm working on it.

Attention!

- I will not be dictated to.
- Never question my decisions!

- We have an enemy within.
- How's Tom?

- Assault team!
- His reputation precedes him.

'He's a military legend, a public hero.'

Sometimes you take on trust
our superiors know what they're doing.

During Tom's absence, you run this op.

This Government is about to face
a mutiny from the British Army.