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- Where did you two meet?
- In Damascus.

When one swan meets another one, they
stay together for the rest of their lives.

- I love you.
- You too.

Adam rescued you from the jaws
of journalism. How was the training?

It was amazing.

Our job is to deal with
the present danger.

I dreamed I was trying to get across
a bridge. You were on the other side.

- I thought your name was Nick Harding.
- Nick Harding, Johnny Baxter...

You'll get used to it.

If you could go after Yazdi,
you would, wouldn't you?

Amal!

Amal!

Amal?

What's this, a whole morning's
shopping and no bags?

- I didn't see anything I liked.
- Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. I'm fine.

- Fi? What's the matter?
- Too many people in town.

You've a lot to
make up for, Amal,

Oh, Adam!

Oh, Adam!

Come on.

It's a shame you won't be with
us in London for the celebrations.

I'm told that the centre is an
incredibly beautiful building.

I'm afraid our foreign
office is a bit of a miser

when it comes to
travel allowances.

I'll make sure I see it
on my next trip home.

Inshallah. I look forward to meeting
your colleagues when I'm there.

There is so much to discuss.

Have a safe trip.

- Ali.
- Mr. Ambassador.

This just came in from our
ambassador in Damascus.

He's found a possible way
into the regime's inner circle.

And they say
diplomacy doesn't work.

This could be the breakthrough
we've been waiting for.

- If they're prepared to talk...
- Or listen. Who made the first move?

Their foreign
minister, Riyad Barzali.

He's on his way to London for the
opening of their new cultural centre.

Excellent.

Harry, I want this.

It's a bad idea.

It's not every day the foreign
minister of Syria wants a quiet chat.

- We're not even sure that's the case.
- The Foreign Office seem to think so.

- Come on, Wes. Bedtime.
- Two more minutes. Please!

All right.

- This doesn't require your presence.
- I know these people.

- I was there too, remember?
- I know their way of thinking.

Besides, they'll be less
suspicious of a woman.

I don't get this.

We've spent ten years trying to avoid your
being exposed to the Syrian government,

and here you are in the biggest gathering
of Syrian diplomats this city's ever seen.

We've been through the guest list a dozen
times. There isn't one name I recognise.

No one there's gonna know
me. And if they do, so what?

My ex-husband turned out
to be an Israeli spy, not me.

I left the country a disgraced
widow. No one bears me a grudge.

That's if anyone still
buys that little fairytale.

- It's been hanging over us long enough.
- What do you mean?

What's the matter? You've
been acting weird for weeks.

I'm just tired of
continually living a lie.

- Zaf, you got a visual on Fiona?
- Not yet, no.

The medieval history,
all the crusader castles...

Jo?

I've got her. Three o'clock.
She's about to make contact.

OK, everyone. Eyes
and ears on Fiona.

Anyone looks like they recognise
her, I want to know about it.

Mr. Barzali, a pleasure to meet you.
Ambassador Wright speaks highly of you.

The Ambassador is too kind.

If you have any time to
spare during your visit,

I'd love the chance to tell
you about my PR company.

We've been doing some great
work for the Saudi government.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd
have, um... a lot to talk about.

I am sure we can
arrange something.

Barzali wants a meeting at the embassy to
discuss ways of using Fiona's PR talents.

They need it. What
do we know about him?

Riyad Barzali. 54,
married, three children.

Toes the party line, keeps his
head down and does what he's told

in return for a prestigious
position and a comfortable life.

- So, the man's not one to ruffle feathers.
- Until now.

So, why all the
cloak-and-dagger routine?

Why doesn't he just tell us?
He's got diplomatic status.

- You obviously haven't met Ali.
- Ali?

His secret service minder. If we want to
talk to Barzali, we have to get around him.

The Syrians have a notorious
intelligence service, the Mukhabarat.

Think KGB on steroids.

They keep tabs on everyone, layers of
watchers all snooping on one another.

Barzali can't brush his teeth
without his minder around.

One wrong word can get
you into serious trouble.

So, we have a foreign
minister intent on...

I'd say he wants to talk.

But what about?

We've been trying to make inroads
into that government for years.

If we can establish a relationship
with an insider, it's worth pursuing.

- Although...
- What?

- Take it with a bucketful of salt.
- We've got to hear him out.

Given what Adam
says, do we trust him?

The Foreign Office thinks so and
they want us to make it happen.

Ideally, without Barzali being summoned
home for a session with a red-hot poker.

- You're willing to take this further?
- I've established contact.

It would be stupid to waste that.
Besides, it could make them suspicious.

Adam?

Fiona's legend's fully backstopped. She'll
be wired. All the necessary precautions.

But I don't want you
going in there alone.

Take Jo with you. She'll dilute
your presence, take the focus off you.

- Are you ready for this?
- Absolutely.

OK, then.

The Saudis have done
it in the States for years.

Running ads telling
people they're good guys.

- How long do I have to get through these?
- We're seeing him tomorrow morning.

I thought I was done with
homework in this lifetime.

- Difference is, now you get paid for it.
- OK.

Ruth, I'd like to keep an eye on all
Syrians coming through passport control.

Looking for anyone
in particular?

If I'm gonna bump into someone
from the old days, I'd rather be prepared.

Are you sure it's a good idea,
you being there, that close to them?

I've spent more time around these people
than anyone here. I know how they think.

- You'll get the updates from immigration?
- I'll set it up.

- With passport captures?
- Sure.

- Do you remember how to use this?
- It's just to keep Adam happy.

This is a bit cumbersome. You think I
could also have something more discreet?

It's got cupronickel hollow-point
bullets for maximum effect.

But it's not the
most accurate gun.

It won't trip the
embassy's metal detectors.

How thrilled the Serbian mafia would
be that we're using their little invention.

Theirs tend to go
off unintentionally

But ours don't, right?

Can I interest you
in anything else?

Actually, I could use one of those little
trackers, if it isn't too much trouble.

Turn around.

I'll put it here for now, but make
sure you hide it properly later.

Brad Parkinson should be
sainted. He invented GPS.

You can always swallow
it, if it's compromised.

- It'll still work.
- Yummy.

Thanks, Malcolm.

Present for you, "Vanessa".

- I'm not sure I really suit "Vanessa".
- I was a "Hamish" on one occasion.

- And you got away with it?
- It's down to the delivery.

Make sure you know all this stuff
inside out. It saved my life once.

You don't need to stay there.
They'll see what we want them to.

I don't want to take any chances. My
legend needs to be fully backstopped.

It's good to spend
a few nights apart.

Makes it all the more fun
when we're back together.

Tell Wes I'll call
him from there.

It'll be over
before you know it.

Joumana?

Joumana!

What's the matter?

What happened?

After you left...
..they came for us.

They were looking for you!

How long have you
worked for the Saudis?

Four years. Since
shortly after 9/11.

- Who have you been working there with?
- Prince Marwan Bin Jamal.

I know Prince Marwan. Has he
recovered from his hunting accident?

Yes. Oh, I haven't...

Jo, you can't hesitate for a second.
You do that and we could be dead.

Trust the file you got. If it says nothing
about an accident, there wasn't one.

You just say you weren't aware
of any accident. Without hesitation.

- Are we clear on this?
- Yes.

Good.

We need to move away from this axis of evil
label the Americans seem obsessed with.

- But you signed up for Desert Storm.
- At great political risk, I might add.

Our people weren't happy to see
Syrian troops and Marines kill other Arabs.

We'll flesh out some ideas and put together
a pitch document. Give us... three days?

- Mm, sounds good.
- Excellent.

We'd love to take you out for a meal
while you're in town. Lunch tomorrow?

It would be a pleasure.

Ah, Basheer! This is Emma Stratstone.
She might be doing some PR work for us.

Mr. Shaloob is also
here for the opening.

Setting up a cultural centre was
a great idea. We can build on that.

Most people don't know anything
about Syria. Have you ever been there?

Not yet.

You must arrange
for her to visit us.

- It's a beautiful country.
- I'm sure you're right.

But I'm way too busy to even think of
going anywhere in the foreseeable future.

Lunch tomorrow, then. Thank you.

You OK?

- Let me drive.
- No.

It's fine.

Is it something
you can talk about?

If we're gonna do this together,
I need to know what's going on.

You've been there, haven't you?

I lived there. I was married
to a Syrian intelligence officer.

Oh!

How did that happen?

I was young and stupid.

I studied Arab
literature at college.

I ended up living in Beirut,
working in a hotel. It was great.

I met him in a nightclub there.

I got completely wrapped up in his
aura. He had real charm, you know.

He had power.

We got married six
months after we met.

He wanted me to convert
to Islam, which I did.

I even changed my name. From
Amelia, that's my real name, to "Amal".

So, where did it all go wrong?

- He wanted kids. A question of manhood.
- And you didn't?

I wanted children. I just wasn't able
to get pregnant, not with him anyway.

After a year, he lost patience.

I was defective, damaged
goods. He moved on.

You can't pretend I'm invisible!

Hey, I don't need to
explain anything! OK?

I thought my life was
over. There was no way out.

Divorce was out of the question for
Farook and he wasn't just gonna let me go.

And that's when I met Adam.

There'd been a string
of suicide bombings

in Tel Aviv. Syria was
said to be behind it.

Adam was shadowing my husband, hoping to
turn him, and use him to put a stop to it.

He thought I'd be his way in.

He was very sweet.

We fell in love.

He told me what my husband
was involved in. I was horrified.

I was so scared, I
didn't know what to do.

We talked about ways
of getting me out of there.

That's when Farook found
out we were seeing each other.

Adam!

Adam almost died
because of my stupidity.

It's a miracle he survived.

He knew he'd never turn Farook,
so he decided to put him out of action.

He framed him. He made it look like
Farook was working for the Israelis.

How did the Syrians take it?

They hanged him.

Are you ready for this lunch? We can't
afford slip-ups. They don't mess around.

No, I'll be ready.

Good.

Thank you, I'll see
you down there.

- You checking Syrian arrivals?
- They're for Fiona.

- She asked for them?
- After yesterday's meeting.

- I thought you knew.
- She didn't mention it.

- Her cover's solid.
- She could be recognised.

Farook was hanged and Fiona
had nothing to stay for, so she left.

- They've got nothing against her.
- They could put two and two together.

Then they'd be
after you, not her.

You framed him. Besides, as far as
they're concerned, you did them a favour.

- Wasn't he a Mossad agent?
- Yeah.

There you go. If anyone should
be pissed off at you, it's the Israelis.

- You cost them a valuable asset.
- I'm sure they've got many more.

I know this is taking you somewhere you'd
rather not go, but it's under control.

And this isn't Damascus.

Do me a favour. Look at the
videos at the opening night party.

Make sure there's
nothing we missed.

- What am I looking for?
- I don't know.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the United Kingdom.

How long do you
intend to stay in the UK?

One week, maybe a few days more.

That shouldn't be a
problem. Thank you.

The knot didn't snap his neck. He
choked to death. It took over two minutes.

Remind me not to sign up
for the Damascus bureau.

It must be horrible,

going through life like someone
on a witness protection programme,

all 'cause she married
some Neanderthal.

Well, at least she
got out of there.

It's hard on her, going in there.
I don't know how she's doing it.

Maybe she needs the
closure. You... want a lift home?

Thanks. I've got so much
research to do. Big day tomorrow.

"Vanessa" needs
to know her stuff.

It's not the kind of homework
that your flatmate expects from a...

- What did you say your cover story was?
- Research assistant in pensions.

Yeah. I'd, um... I'd buy that.

Thank you very much!

I meant what I said.
If the lying gets a

little tricky, that spare
room's still there.

- For the rent, right?
- Yeah, there's that.

And my obnoxious cousin who's moving to
London and has his heart set on the room.

You'd be doing me a favour.

- Thank you, I am thinking about it.
- Good, do.

You OK?

- Is everything set at the restaurant?
- Yeah.

The audiovisual feeds are up and
running and Malcolm's got his toys ready.

They'll be watching him closely.

We can't afford any screw-ups.
We're not gonna get a second chance.

- You checked the feeds?
- Yeah, and then I checked them again.

I wasn't sure if I
should order wine.

Please, Miss Stratstone.

In Syria, we live very much
like you do here in London,

free to wear what we
want and drink what we like.

Which is not the way the
wind is blowing in the region.

Well, here's to winning over
hearts and minds across the UK.

A taster. Malcolm,
you getting this?

It's just an old
habit. Protocol.

Oh, I thought it was a custom. I was
about to do the same with Vanessa's glass.

Cheers.

If they've ordered the same courses,
they could swap them around all afternoon.

Go to plan B.

Make sure you leave plenty of room for the
puddings. They're to die for. Bon appetit.

Let's just wait
for them to dig in.

Go. Now.

Mint sauce. You must try some.

We really must make full use of the
cultural centre. It's a great PR move.

I was thinking about organising an
exhibit about Syria's Crusader heritage.

As long as we don't have protestors
outside, hijacking the occasion.

Let's see him switch plates now.

We need to make sure the cameras
have something more interesting to cover.

Yes! OK, everybody. We
are go. Repeat, we are go.

She said it wasn't that at all

and I thought, "Well,
since I wasn't going to..."

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

- What's wrong?
- Call an ambulance.

- It's OK, I'll call the embassy doctor.
- He needs help now!

Yes, ambulance.

- Sorry, you can't come in here!
- I have diplomatic status.

Let's go.

Barzali's babysitters
are on the move.

Fiona, show the boys where you
work. I'll call you there. Let's go.

Temperature's 103.

Blood pressure
160/110. Pulse 85.

He's pretty
knocked up, ,, I'm on.

It looks like viral
gastritis. It's nothing

to worry about. Was
he on a plane recently?

We came from
Damascus a few days ago.

It's not unusual to
catch this on a flight.

He's on a saline
solution. We'll keep him

in overnight, to make
sure we've cleared it.

There's no need to stick around.
We'll take good care of him.

- I'll wait here.
- Suit yourself.

What's our status?

Barzali's in bed. Adam will go
in once his minder's out of play.

- What about Fiona?
- She should be leaving her office soon.

- She's still being watched.
- Still? Have we ID'd them yet?

They're low-level
employees of the embassy.

- Make sure Adam knows they're out there.
- Already done.

Taxi coming in from your right,

- They're going after her.
- They don't need to see where she lives.

I'm on it, Send Alex in,

- Colin?
- Alex. You're on.

What's wrong with you, pal?!

- Yalla! Yalla!
- Why don't you use your eyes?! Look!

, , to tell you about
my PR company,

We've been doing some great
work for the Saudi government,

Ambassador Wright thinks
we'd have, um, a lot to talk about,

I am sure we can
arrange something,

Ambassador Wright thinks
we'd have, um, a lot to talk about,

I am sure we can
arrange something,

I am sure we can
arrange something,

, , arrange something,

We could pipe in some
Richard Clayderman tapes.

- Let's nudge him.
- Rob, you're on.

Nice.

Let's hope Barzali doesn't
catch something in there.

- I wouldn't bet on it.
- Cue Jenny.

Give him a smile.

Go on. You know you want one.

- I wouldn't mind one right now.
- I know what you mean.

He's going for it.

Malcolm.

- How long have we got?
- It should kick in in five minutes.

Good job.

Let me know if he wakes up.

- We haven't got long.
- What did you do to me?

It simulates gastric infection. You
won't know you had it by morning.

They'll run checks on me.

They'll find traces
of the virus, which is

what they'd find if
you'd really caught it.

You wanted to talk. We
don't have much time.

We don't want to see our
country blown to bits like Iraq.

That's easy. Stop backing the insurgents
and hold some real elections for a change.

The parallels between
us and Iraq are frightening,

but it doesn't bother the Ba'athist
hardliners running the country.

They're so stuck in their ways. They're
going to drag us into a dreadful situation.

I'm not the only one who feels
that way. But no one dares to speak.

What do you want us to do?

I want you to help me get
rid of the current regime

and replace it with a real government,
not a Soviet-era dictatorship.

A government for the people, but
one that can keep the mullahs at bay

and be more open to the
ideas of your new "world order".

Help you? How?

By eliminating the head
of the intelligence service.

People are terrified of him. Unless he's
out of the picture, nothing will change.

You want us to help
you kill Abu-Shawki?

No.

I want to help you do it for us.

We're talking about the assassination
of a foreign government official.

Hardly a legitimate government.

You've seen his file. The man's psychotic.
And that's just the stuff we know about.

It would be impossible for Barzali to
get this running without them finding out.

That's why he needs us. Barzali
needs the chaos to make his move in.

It's a slippery slope.

I don't like it any more
than you do, Harry.

But we can help them
become a democracy

without going through
the mess like in Iraq.

We'll end up with another dictator.
It's been their MO for 50 years.

If that happens, he's a
dictator we've got a hold on.

The odds are he'll be
discovered and quartered,

but on the off chance that
he manages to stay alive...

- What does Six feel about it?
- They'll do what we ask them to.

- Are we going to ask them?
- Not in so many words.

Ah. The beast of deniability
rears its ugly head yet again.

You used to be such a charmer. We're
all hiding under the same cloak, Harry.

So, we are going ahead with it?

Well, subject to the all-clear
from upstairs. And a small caveat.

We need him to do something
for us. A... a gesture of goodwill.

And a little
leverage, just in case.

I can't believe we're even
considering doing this.

In their thinking, the benefits
could outweigh the moral concerns.

Forget about the moral concerns.

We could be doing the Syrian people
a favour, but it could ruin the country.

They've been through enough.

And taking out an intelligence
operative, that crosses the line.

They'll find out it was us. It'll
be open season on our people.

We'd put all our
agents out there at risk.

We're on.

What?

I don't know what we're doing any
more. This is gonna end up just like Iraq.

We keep getting sucked into these
foreign nightmares, and for what?

Our job is to protect our country. How is
overthrowing a regime gonna help people?

Maybe it's better to take a
risk than do nothing at all.

You've got a
patient to discharge.

One last blood-pressure
reading, then you're free to go.

- Sir, how will you be paying the bill?
- Ali will see to it.

Thank you. This way.

We can do business, but we
need something from you first.

What?

Iraqi insurgents have been going
back and forth across your border,

bringing back money and weapons
which they're using to kill British troops.

We need crossing points, smuggling
routes, timings, to help us shut them down.

You've got a meeting with
Emma. Give her the information.

OK, take it easy for a couple
of days. And drink lots of water.

You see that? Right there.

I can't make out what he's
saying, too much noise.

Then the camera moves away. But he's
not that far from Jo, and she was wired.

- Her mike might've picked up something.
- Exactly.

- At least we'd have audio.
- I'll try and isolate it.

Salam,

- Any updates from immigration?
- No, not since this morning's lot.

- All right.
- Are you OK?

Sorry.

Emma Stratstone.

Mr. Barzali.

The presentation's tomorrow afternoon at
Barzali's hotel. He booked a meeting room.

The boffins in Research came up
with these proposals for your pitch.

It should be easy for him
to justify his time with you.

There'll be a team
waiting outside. Any sign

that he's been
rumbled, get out of there.

It'll be fine.

They knew we were friends.

They wanted to know where
you were, but we didn't know.

We didn't know.

What did they do to you?

My God.

What about Leena?

She couldn't live
with the shame.

She jumped off her
balcony. Killed herself.

Joumana, who was
it? Who did this to you?

- What's wrong?
- Open the door and find out,

- What are you doing here?
- Conjugal visit.

- You can't stay.
- No one saw me.

- You have to leave. Now.
- What are you doing with that?

You have to go. The whole point of
my being here is so you can't be spotted.

- You're covered. Nobody followed you.
- If I'm here, it means there's a risk.

You're the one who
insisted on staying here.

What is it? Ruth's feeding you immigration
records. You're requisitioning guns...

- I'm worried about you, not me.
- Me?

I almost got you killed once before.
I'm not gonna let that happen again. Go.

You get the information
from him, then you're done.

Fine. Now, would you
please get the hell out of here?

Ambassador Wright thinks
we'd have, um, a lot to talk about,

I'm sure we can
arrange something,

Go back into the lobby, go somewhere
out of sight. Wait five minutes, call me.

- If I don't pick up, red-flash Adam.
- What?

- I need you to do this.
- I can't let you go in alone.

- I know what I'm doing. Trust me on this.
- I can't.

Look. They know who I am, all
right? They recognised me at the party.

- At the party?
- I wanted them to know it was me.

If anything goes wrong, I'd rather have you
out here calling in the cavalry. Now go.

- You're alone?
- Vanessa had to go to the office.

I hope it's not a problem.

This way.

It's the best I could do.

"Guess who I'm
looking at... right now."

- What?
- It's a colloquialism.

"The lost lamb". It's used
when someone goes missing.

- Where's Mr. Barzali?
- He's just coming.

Drop it! On your knees!

He recognised her and
called someone about it.

- Do we know who he is?
- His name's Basheer Shaloob.

- What?
- He's related to Fiona's ex-husband.

Related to him? How?

He's Farook's cousin.

Jo?

- I've screwed up.
- What do you mean?

She wouldn't let me go
with her, Something's wrong,

- She went in alone?
- Jo, where's Fiona?

Fiona's line's gone dead. Jo,
stay there. I'm sending the team in.

Was Shaloob's name
on the guest list?

Yes. He's part of the
group that flew over.

Fiona saw that list, Adam.
She knew he'd be there.

Jo said Fiona told her she
wanted to be recognised.

She wanted them to
know where to find her.

- Can you find out who he was calling?
- GCHQ's running a trace.

- She's wearing a tracker.
- What?

She asked for one.
I thought you knew.

Run it. Keep me
posted. Zaf, let's go.

Harry.

- She's heading northwest.
- Get me armed response.

They're on Grosvenor
Road now. Heading west.

- What was she thinking?
- I don't know.

Adam, they just found
Barzali's body. It's not pretty.

Adam, she's just
turned off Malvern Road.

She's slowing down,

She's stopped,

Yalla,

Change into these.

Now.

You can do it yourself,
or we can do it for you.

Everything.

- We're converging on them.
- Make sure they know she's with us.

Faster.

Talk to me, Ruth!

She's still there.
You're five blocks away.

Yalla!

Who was it? Who did this to you?

Who do you think?

It's Farook, Amal.

What?

He was never hanged.

He's alive, and he's never
going to give up on finding you,

You know that,

Stop.

You're coming right up to
it. One hundred yards. Fifty.

Adam.

- Ruth, find me Shaloob.
- OK...

No. We're talking about an
embassy. There are protocols.

- Screw the protocols. This is Fiona.
- We're initiating an all-ports alert.

You know what
they're capable of. They

don't need to leave
the country to hurt her.

Come on, Harry!

OK, he's booked on a flight
out of Heathrow in three hours.

We think he's still
at the embassy,

Leena. Joumana.

- Why did you come after them like that?
- I wanted to find you.

Leena killed herself because
of what your men did to her.

She wasn't as strong as
you've turned out to be.

I'm impressed.

Working for MI5.
Helping traitors.

Barzali wasn't a traitor.

- He wanted to save your country.
- Barzali wanted to save his pride.

The head of the Mukhabarat,
he wanted you to kill.

He's been humping
Barzali's wife for over a year.

That coward... just wants
you to do his dirty work.

You still have so much to
learn about our part of the world.

That's him.

Where's my wife?!

- I'm a diplomat! I'm a diplomat!
- Where's my wife?!

GCHQ's tracked down Shaloob's phone
call from the party. Someone in Damascus.

- Do we know who he was talking to?
- No. But I just ran a trace on the number.

- Whoever he called is in the UK.
- Where?

The phone sends out positioning
signals. The last one was in Forest Gate.

Near Ilford. He's with them.

- When's the next lock?
- Just over six minutes.

- Where's my wife?
- Adam!

I'll snap your neck
right here, so help me.

Too late.

Where is she?! Where is she?!

Adam!

Go!

I'll deal with it.

Harry, they got in
without being flagged.

They must be using a small
airport that can handle private jets.

Shaloob reckons they've left. My guess
is they'll be flying her out the same way.

- Colin, where's that lock?
- He's close to Brentwood heading west.

- It's got to be Willsborough.
- Adam...

You've got a lot to
make up for, Amal.

I've had to live in hiding for ten years,
because of you and your husband.

Is bigamy allowed
in England now?

They know I'm here. You
won't get away with this.

Just let me worry about that.

You should be more concerned about
your own future... and your husband's.

Once we're back in Syria,
I'll keep you somewhere safe.

I'll come visit you,

whenever I feel like...
and we'll have fun.

And we'll send your dear husband
pictures of our little encounters.

How long do you think it'll take before
he comes to Damascus to find you?

I want all flights locked down right
now. What do you mean, you can't do it?

- We've got a match on the voice.
- Let's take a look.

Behave.

Understand?

Take the car. Keep an eye on the gates.
If you see anyone suspicious, call me.

We can't leave.
There's a security alert.

We have to have the plane checked
by immigration. It shouldn't take long.

We don't have time for this.

Take her, put her in there
and keep her quiet. Yalla!

We're mobilising
everyone nearby.

Adam, there are seven private jets booked.
One of them's got three Kuwaiti diplomats.

With fake diplomatic passports. Get me
directions to the private jets compound.

GCHQ just got a hit
on the voice Shaloob

was talking to. You're
not going to like it.

He was a double agent,
working for the Syrians.

She knew he was still alive

and she kept worrying about
when he'd find her and what he'd do.

- Why didn't she tell you?
- She knew I'd go after him.

He was never hanged, He's alive,

and he's never going
to give up on finding you.

Go to the plane and
get the first aid kit.

I'll never make it to Damascus like this.
You'll have nothing to use against Adam.

Adam!

I need an ambulance
to Hangar 217, right now.

I had to do it.

Shh, it's OK. Just
hang on. Just hang on.

- I couldn't tell you.
- I know.

He almost killed you
once, because of me.

I know, darling. I know.

Shh.

Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.

- Don't.
- Promise me.

Don't.

My problem, if I have one, is
grief. Ordinary, common grief.

- He needs to work to save himself.
- You think you can trust Adam's instinct?

You're not meant to be
anywhere near this op.

Do you lie to yourself?

- The new Russia!
- The Soviet Union.

The security of the state
depends on my state of mind?

Adam!

- Who do you think you are?!
- Listen!

If this op fails, we
could all go to jail.

You need me to do
this. I need to do it.

Have you told your
son his mother's dead?