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Police are saying that this is
without question a terrorist attack.

Is Britain now becoming
totally ungovernable?

We're fighting a war on
terror, and we are losing...

"Djakarta's coming."

It's connected to the
bombings of the fuel depots.

- What's going on?!
- A plot against the government.

It's being fought on several
fronts. You're one of them.

- I can call my dad?
- No.

He's the prime minister!

I wonder why we fetishise
democracy so much.

It's a blink in the
eye of history.

Which men have died to protect.

Nobody's taking to
the streets to defend it.

She stole my fingerprints
from a restaurant wine glass,

then turned up fluttering her eyelashes,
wearing my dead wife's perfume.

Britain needs a new
kind of leadership.

- This is a coup d'état, pure and simple.
- Not so simple.

They're focusing on two flights, simulating
taking them off the normal flight path.

It's a dress rehearsal for crashing
two passenger planes over London.

I knew nothing about
the murder of your officer.

I don't believe it.

What if this is
the third attack?

The third attack that Collingwood knew
would send the country over the edge?

It's begun.

Climb and maintain 4,000.

Eagle 47 climbing to
4,000 feet on heading 050.

Juliet, get out of that car!

Just do it!

Harry! Harry! Harry!

Adam, across the road,
the Home Secretary!

Home Secretary! Are you injured?

I think my ears
are... Where's Juliet?

Harry!

Somebody help me!

- Juliet.
- Harry, I can't feel my legs.

Just try and stay still.

We had an escort, but
it vanished into thin air!

They tried to kill us. They tried to
assassinate the home secretary.

Damn it. Sorry.

- There you go, mate.
- Cheers.

960, turn left heading 260,
descend to flight level 150,

and make further contact...

- Jensen?
- I'll call you right back.

Jensen!

Security! Security!

- He's an intruder.
- I'm an officer of the security services.

- Restrain him!
- I need to speak to your manager!

- Blue Wing 303, Control.
- Roger, Control.

Maintain 4,000, and
right on to heading 230.

Blue Wing 303, right
on to a heading 230.

- Eagle 47.
- Roger, Control.

Maintain 4,000. Increase
speed to 250 knots.

Roger, Eagle 47.
Maintain 4,000, wilco.

- What's the story here?
- This man is an Al-Qaeda operative.

Bullshit. You need to
close down operations.

Which one of us looks
more likely to be a terrorist?

- You call Section D, ask for Harry Pearce.
- That is not your pass. Show me yours.

- Take him.
- Listen. Innocent people are gonna die.

You need to close
down operations.

Stick him in the cupboard,
but watch him closely.

I'll contact the anti-terrorist
squad to come and pick him up.

- We have an MI5 intruder.
- Kill him.

The police are on their way. I'll
take it from here, boys. Good work.

Sir.

Turn left, heading 260...

Stop!

Close down operations and
move them to the nearest centre.

- Would I say that if I was a terrorist?
- Where are the police?

Ask him, he hasn't called them.

You call them! They've tapped
into your comm signal, find out how!

We're going to a code seven. Code
seven. Initiate transfer to east Colney.

There's a signal
intercept. We have to find it.

Valentine 05, right turn.

Navigation to east Colney,
to hold at flight level 70.

Now, keep these two apart till
the police get here and sort this out.

Samson 2571,
climb to flight level 80

- and route to east Colney to hold.
- Roger, Control.

I've found the intercept!

Blue Wing 303, immediate
climb to 5,000 feet and right turn.

Eagle 47, immediate
descent to 3,000 feet.

They would have crashed
civilian planes over our capital city.

They've murdered my best
friend. They've crippled Juliet.

What do they want so
badly that requires this?

Terror and chaos to begin with
as a platform for seizing power.

- Well done.
- They've released Jensen.

- They're obviously very well connected.
- What's going on?

They've just put out the flames on
the home secretary's car in Whitehall.

- The home secretary, Adam.
- Yeah, I know.

Be under no illusions,
nothing and nobody's safe.

Harry.

Have you talked to the doctors?

Huh?

Will I be able to walk again?

They don't know.

OK. Tell me the truth.

Probably not.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, God.

They're stronger than us.

They're gonna finish us off.

We have to re-group and act fast to
stop them seizing the initiative again.

I had a front page about
the plane crash mocked up.

Change it... to a bomb attack
in the middle of Whitehall.

Throw in that we
foiled an air atrocity.

Then we'll seal the
airports with troops, as

a deterrent against
further terror attacks.

The public will be screaming for
tougher measures from the PM.

The cabinet secretary believes the PM
is tiring of the struggle for the country.

- He will accept the package we offer him.
- But it must be done legally.

There's enough leeway
in existing legislation

to proceed legitimately
to the next stage.

Yes, Cabinet Secretary, that's assuming
we keep the prime minister onside.

That's crucial. Yours must
be the only voice he hears.

When the time comes, the PM
has to sign my executive orders.

He's utterly exhausted.

We're offering a solution that
guarantees his family's safety,

resolves the conflict in the country,
and allows him to stay in power.

Figuratively speaking.

Millington's papers are
spinning their version of events.

I'll talk to the home secretary.

"Air traffic conspiracy was
foiled by security services."

"Even greater need for
tougher measures"? I saw it.

The scale of events has increased
with an attack on the home secretary,

and rumours of interference
with the air traffic control system.

The prime minister
is under pressure

to consider a raft of special
measures to protect democracy.

- Ruth, how's Zaf?
- Sore.

He'll be fine. I've seen
him fight, he's very dirty.

Adam, we've received a coded
message for you. Ros Myers wants to meet.

- Go and see her.
- You sure?

The text warning she sent you, she saved
lives. And she's a line of communication.

- Ruth, get me the home secretary.
- Sure.

- Things could get very bloody.
- As in crashing planes full of civilians?

I don't know
anything about planes.

Come on, Ros.
Your father's trying...

- I'm not here to discuss my father.
- What do you want?

I don't want this to
spiral out of control.

Like murdered colleagues?

I want to keep the lines of communication
open in case we need to negotiate.

All right.

- You were followed.
- Or you were.

They were here
when you got here.

Hello, Alan.

Home Secretary, the prime
minister sends his apologies.

He's been called into
an urgent meeting.

An urgent meeting.

And you ought to
be resting, anyway.

I must speak to
the prime minister.

You will speak to him.

But not now.

Are you involved
with this, Alan?

Involved in what?

Myers' dirty little coup.

Just remember a lesson from history.
It's one thing to destroy democracy.

It's much, much harder to get rid
of the monster you replace it with.

Go home and rest.

The prime minister won't
see the home secretary.

He won't see a man who's
escaped assassination?

The cabinet
secretary, Alan Taylor,

seems to be running
the show all of a sudden.

What if they have a man
in the Cabinet, Harry?

What if Taylor's the trump up their sleeve?
We have to find our own route to the PM.

Where's the boy Rowan?

We need to get access to the
prime minister. I'm going to Whitehall.

7948 8302.

94... TM.

Fledgling secure.

I understand.

Are you OK?

- I wonder what I should call you now.
- Call me Katie.

- But that's not your real name.
- Call me what you like.

- You don't get it, do you?
- What?

Until 24 hours ago, you were
my friend and my flatmate.

And I th... What?

Nothing.

Rowan!

Rowan!

Yeah. Yeah, I've got him here.

Rowan?

Rowan!

Ruth? I've lost him.

- What happened?
- He took the car.

- Where do you think he'll have gone?
- Maybe home. He didn't have much petrol.

What? She did what?
Please tell me you're joking.

- Christ al-bloody-mighty!
- He just bolted.

Tell her to have him
at that rendezvous

point, or her life will
not be worth living.

- I have to see the home secretary.
- I'd prefer you not to leave the building.

If they have a man
in cabinet who has the

ear of the PM, we
have to act. I'll be fine.

They've assigned me a
bodyguard. He's here now.

Walk me down, Adam.

Ruth, tell Jo to find Rowan, or else.
He's our best route to the PM today.

- Whatever it takes.
- Right.

Jocelyn was our ambassador
to Russia a few years back.

Tell Ruth to talk to Vasily Ivanovich,
the trade attaché at their embassy.

Tell her to use the
codeword "festival".

- What does it mean?
- It's a reminder that he owes me one.

Hello, darling.

You must be tired.

Oh... the adrenaline
keeps one going.

You look troubled.

Well, I am a bit.

There are... aspects of this
that are deeply unpleasant to me.

But I've no doubt that our higher purpose
will make history look kindly on us.

I'm sure all coup-plotters from
Brutus to Pinochet have thought that.

We're not coup-plotters.

The prime minister, an elected member
of parliament, is backing our measures.

- Can we catch up later?
- Yeah, sure.

This morning's cabinet
meeting's been cancelled.

Their coup will be launched
with emergency legislation.

- But there'll be a huge backlash.
- Are you sure?

Millington's got most of the media sewn
up, and the country's tired of the attacks.

And indignant at the attempt on
my life. I like to think so, anyway.

What are they going to do?

The PM is going to declare special
measures to protect democracy,

which have been drafted
for him by Alan Taylor.

Very Orwellian. What are
these special measures?

Compulsory detention orders, which are
at the discretion of the security service

and which deprive the citizen
of every existing legal protection.

Emergency governors to
scrutinise and censor media output.

Direct ministerial
appointment of the judiciary.

That's for starters.

Most worrying are executive orders
which do not require a parliamentary vote.

But they can't do any of this
without a parliamentary vote.

I'm afraid they can,

through a loophole in the last
Executive and Legislative Reform Bill.

- There were safeguards built in.
- The bill was a Trojan horse.

It contained clauses which could be
triggered at a time of national emergency.

Once he's authorised the special
measures, there'll be no going back.

This is utterly grotesque.

Sir Jocelyn Myers
can draft an executive

order, and the PM
will just rubber-stamp it.

That's what will happen
if the PM signs tonight.

That's what I'm telling you.

We'll be run by an unelected committee
with the silhouette of a hangman behind it.

Take a look at our
bloggers. It's spreading.

This is Liberty Warrior.

British democracy dies today.

Special measures to protect
democracy are a legislative coup d'état.

All men are created equal except these,
who want to rule you as a superior elite.

This is a conspiracy theory, because
there is a conspiracy taking place.

Special measures aren't to protect
democracy. They're there to destroy it.

This is a backdoor way of
changing British parliament forever.

At the moment, if a politician lies
or a fat cat steals, they go to jail.

But if this goes through... Let's say a
drunken executive runs over my daughter,

there'll be no independent judge to
hear my case, to give me a fair trial.

There'll be no newspaper to uncover the
truth, and no MP to raise it in parliament.

I'll just be howling
in the wind.

I urge you to stand up and
be counted. March today.

These bastards can't
do this to us anymore.

Everyone, you have to march
today. We cannot let them do this to us.

If you don't protest this...

Repercussions will be...

With our help, that's been sent to every
mobile phone and computer in the UK.

Bloggers seeking to raise awareness of a
march against the new special measures

took the unprecedented step of flooding
the world wide web with their message.

The special measures are
in response to terror attacks,

and have been furiously
denounced by civil liberties groups,

calling for a convergence
on parliament.

You do not protect the nation
by attacking civil liberties.

For once, Ruby,
we're on the same side.

This is how dictatorships begin, by
taking away all restraints on their power.

Jo. I can hear a car engine.
Tell me that's good news.

Yeah, I had to hotwire a
car, I'm still looking for Rowan.

Wait, I've got him.

Little bastard.

These are the names of the people that we
have to detain today. The rest will follow.

It's important we don't seem
vindictive. This isn't South America.

Ruby MacKenzie
from Civil Liberties.

Yes, I thought that
one would please you.

Harry Pearce. What
does the star mean?

It's just, er... it's just a little coding
system just to remind me of his status.

He's not a public figure.

We're doing the right thing.

Yes, of course we are.

Pull over! Pull over!

- What's going on?
- I have a temporary detention order.

There's no such thing. Drive on.

- Mr. Pearce, come with me now.
- Did you hear me?

Sir.

Don't make this
any harder for me.

All right, you've got me secure.
What do you want from me now?

- We need you to talk to your dad.
- Why?

Because the country's
in great danger.

The men who tried to have you killed
want to use your father to seize power.

But if my father goes
over to their side, I'm safe.

We're hoping you'll
rise above self-interest.

- Make him see the consequences.
- I don't even know what they are.

Men with guns breaking
into houses and killing people.

You think I can do
something about that?

You have to try.

So, will you talk to your dad?

All right.

What's the plan now?

They're sending over a car with a
secure satellite phone to the next village.

Detainee arriving at
front gate for processing.

Stand by.

Stand still. Face the camera.

Harry.

The country is calm, people are driving
to work, wondering about the football.

The cash registers are
still tinkling in the high street.

Pints are being
pulled in the pubs.

- And stands the clock at ten to three?
- No.

But it does stand only a few hours
away from our desired objective.

- I'm disappointed you didn't join us.
- What is this place?

You should be honoured,
it's a detention centre,

where we're bringing people
who we don't trust with their liberty.

You don't trust
anybody with their liberty.

You should have joined us. We're
saving the country from anarchy.

Most of which you caused.

Don't make me give you
the omelette-egg routine.

- It's our moral calculus, after all.
- It's not mine.

Anything you'd like?
We're not barbarians.

In that case, I'd like to go into work
tomorrow and find my officer still alive.

You won't be going
into work again, Harry.

In that case, I'd like
a bottle of Scotch.

Bring him a good malt.

We have to find him.

We have to stop
this coup from taking

place. By doing that,
we'll also help Harry.

What have you found
out about Myers?

Accounts in the Cayman
Islands. More digging required.

Good, can you take care of that? Malcolm,
Myers won't be the only conspirator.

Get on to Ruth's contact at GCHQ.
What's coming out of the newspaper offices?

Did you speak to
Vasily Ivanovich?

Yes. He said he'd leave us
a package at Mailbox Seven.

You must do it now.

I know Harry's in danger, but our only
way of saving him is to remain focused.

All right.

Cheers.

- Hi.
- Thanks.

- Nice dog. Does she bite?
- No, she's friendly, very friendly.

Good dog.

The spook and the civil
liberties campaigner.

I hope you've got a good lawyer,
'cause I'm gonna take you to the cleaners.

What's your name?

I insist you give me your name.

Every time I heard
you yapping about civil

liberties on TV, I
wanted to do that to you.

That's the rule of law
now, is it, Michael?

The whisky is a mark of my respect. Don't
drink it so slowly my patience runs out.

Adam, the intercept from
Ruth's contact at GCHQ.

Someone's got evidence that
Millington knew about the planes.

Carol, I need your help.

I found a disc that proves our
paper knew about the planes.

What did you do with the disc?

I left it in the SportFirst
Leisure Centre.

Locker 565. Something
terrible's going on.

Get off this line, it might
not be secure. Get off now!

- Was it made from a landline?
- It was made to the NUJ chapel head

by one of
Millington's journalists.

Others heard this conversation.

We need to find that locker.

Ruth, I'm in. Where now?

I'm still trying to get
the architect's plans.

OK, Adam, I've got
access to CCTV.

We've got company.

- Can you tell me where the lockers are?
- Down there on the left.

Ruth, I need some
help here. Which way?

There should be
lockers on your left.

- It's not here.
- There's another set upstairs.

Top of the stairs, take a right.

Now, and right.

Through the next door
and into the changing rooms.

Sorry! Sorry!

What are you doing?!
You can't come in here!

Come on, get out!
Quick, come on.

So, you're a spook. A
high-ranking one, obviously.

What are you doing in here?

I wasn't smart enough to
avoid the pre-emptive purge.

We're not gonna get
out of here, are we?

When you finish that...

they're gonna kill us.

The fools think the
march will help their cause.

The bigger, the better.
From march, to riot,

to national emergency,
in one fell swoop.

Then the PM will have to sign.

Police have been briefed that the march
will be used to launch a suicide attack.

- Armed officers will be deployed.
- What if the protest remains peaceful?

We have a certain expertise in provoking
conflicts between protestors and police.

- The home secretary...
- He will not be giving the orders. I will.

You're talking
about the possibility

of the police opening fire on a public
demonstration outside Westminster.

What better place to be? If you get
too close, the police can take you out.

- But you're talking about...
- Sending a message.

Unless there's an iron
fist inside the velvet glove,

then they will gain
confidence and fight back.

I'm not sure. The danger
is they gain martyrs.

Oh, now, just for
a moment there,

I was worried that your concern was
for the fate of the swinish multitude.

If the protest conceals
a terror attack,

the British public will
forgive us any reaction.

We forget that the majority of the
British public hold politicians in contempt

and long for the firm hand.

Michael's right.

We can count on public support,

and discredit the
protesters at the same time.

- We need to find the journalist.
- No, she vanished into thin air.

Let's hope it was
of her own accord.

This is a major setback.

The next few hours will decide
everything, including Harry's fate.

This is gonna be a propaganda war.
We need to work on a Phoenix scenario.

Phoenix?

A calf saved from the
foot-and-mouth cull.

Millington and Myers think
they know the British public.

We're not often moved by
principles like liberty and fraternity,

but we can be moved to shame, pity
and generosity, and we love an underdog.

- Get me an underdog.
- I'll get on to it straightaway.

Right, you!

- I said come here!
- Get off him! Leave him alone!

- Come on!
- Help!

- Get off him!
- You can't do that!

- Get off him!
- Shut up! Get him in there!

- Somebody do something!
- Shut it!

- Call the police!
- No, no, no!

- Oi! Oi!
- Get him in.

Will somebody help us?!

Remind me never to tease him
about looking like a 12-year-old again.

Someone should tell them that
democracy is coming to an end.

Best not. This is us.

- I feel nervous about talking to my dad.
- Don't be. Just tell him what happened.

We'll let Rowan take
the call in the back.

Sure.

- Let's hope it's sunny for the march.
- It's a bit cloudy.

Lock your door, Rowan!

- How did you know?!
- He gave the wrong answer.

- So, what do we do now?
- Now we try and get hold of your father.

Luckily we live
in a media village.

Further controversy
this afternoon

surrounding the special measures
being introduced by the government.

The savage beating of a young protestor
by members of the security services

was captured on video.

It's caused outrage across Britain and
questions from European colleagues,

hardening opposition
to special measures.

- What is this?
- Not us.

You're giving them their
Tiananmen Square tank man.

- It had nothing to do with us.
- It's your job to stop it.

A photogenic kid being beaten?

- Yes. You failed to get hold of him?
- What's happening?

Rowan must not get
through to the prime minister.

MI5 still have him, and
they're going to try and use him.

Adam! Apparently, people are arriving
on trains and buses from outside London.

This protest is much
larger than we thought.

A lot of people
are marching today,

but a far, far larger number of
people are not marching today.

Phoenix has awoken Britain's
affection for democracy.

It's not enough. We need to
attack them from another flank.

We'll walk from here, or the
car will get trapped in the march.

There's a TV crew
there waiting for us.

What is it you want
me to say to my dad?

Address yourself to the man you
recall putting the tent up for your family.

I'm nervous.

In what must be an embarrassment for the
PM, his son Rowan has joined the protest

against the special measures
due to be introduced tonight.

Rowan, will your father be pleased
with your appearance on this march?

I care about what's happening because
of him, and the example he set me.

Once I asked him why people bothered
to vote if it didn't change anything.

He said that in this country young women
had starved to death for the right to vote,

that young men had fallen from the sky
in burning aeroplanes to defend that right.

Dad, don't sign those
special measures.

It's the start of a coup d'état
against the people of this country.

Stay with us, Dad.
We need you now.

He'll be a politician one day.

Let's just hope his
old man was listening.

Get ready.

Whatever happens, we have to find Harry
before they get the special measures. Ros.

- Hello, Adam.
- Ros.

Oh, look, we've
been followed again.

Don't be silly.

The couple are Gillian
and Robert McGuire.

She's just had a miscarriage,
so he's taking her on holiday.

That little kid's William Turner. He's
just had an operation. It was very painful.

So his parents have saved up to take
him away as a reward for being brave.

These people were boarding the planes
that your conspiracy aimed to crash.

- My father does not crash planes.
- No, that would make him a terrorist.

- Call your father.
- No.

Are you familiar with your
father's business dealings?

You claim that the
cause is honourable,

that it's acceptable
for boys like William

Turner to die for the
good of the collective.

That is the chorus
you keep singing, right?

Your father's cause is partly financed
by a member of the Russian mafia.

Misha Yelenkovic,

ex-KGB hard man and robber baron, under
investigation for looting natural assets.

Your father used to visit
his dacha, as ambassador.

How did he get on to
the board of Gas Stream?

Mr. Yelenkovic, through his
front company IProv Holdings...

She's heard of it.

..is still financing your
father's noble mission.

So, your father's a traitor
in more ways than one.

After the attack on the gas
pipeline, prices were hiked.

Because of supply problems.

A huge payment turned up in
your father's account in the Caymans

from IProv holdings, which was accused
of having a representative on Gas Stream.

Who might that be?
Show her the paperwork.

Don't bother,
you'll have forged it.

We obtained these from Vasily
Ivanovich at the Russian embassy.

They show your father
with Misha Yelenkovic.

My father has had to deal with
loads of unsavoury characters.

Do you think we forged these?

It seems the parties at Misha's
dacha did tend to get rather... wild.

Nothing there really
to suggest your father

was anxious to leave
that particular party,

or that particular girl.

Hard to read "diplomatic duty" into
them, isn't it? Or nobility of purpose?

Wake up, Ros. This conspiracy
has always been cheap and sordid.

Your father was prepared
to murder British citizens.

My father knew nothing about those
planes. It was Millington and Collingwood.

Do you believe that? Do you
really believe it was just them?

It's big. They're
heading for Westminster.

Yeah, and they're using Phoenix.

- Oh, my God! You're...
- Yeah.

Ah, cool.

- This'll so annoy your dad.
- Yeah.

Cupboard under the
stairs for me tonight.

Better that then
another state dinner, eh?

Yeah.

- I need to speak to him alone.
- No.

- You'll ruin everything.
- All right, you've got five minutes.

- Find out where they're holding Harry.
- Trust me here, Adam. I'll deal with it.

They're forcing us
into a side street.

They're just trying to
control the march by

sectioning off parts
of it. Where are you?

- Whitehall, moving towards Charles St.
- It's a warren.

- That won't help dissipate the crowd.
- That's a lot of police.

What are they trying to
achieve? I'll call the Commissioner.

They told me you received
money from the Russian mafia.

I was a third party

holding the money to finance a
campaign for a Ukrainian politician

who would not threaten
our gas supplies in the future.

- Yelenkovic is a nasty piece of work.
- One must hold one's nose, certainly.

- What did you make of him?
- I didn't know him.

I... took money
off him, I admit.

As I say, for the greater good.

- But you didn't actually meet him?
- Fortunately, no.

You're lying.

I've seen photos of you
with him at his dacha.

If you'll lie to me about that,

how can I believe anything
you say to me about the money?

- A higher purpose? I've seen the pictures.
- Rosalind.

- You were cavorting with whores.
- Rosalind!

This isn't about avoiding Baghdad
scenarios. It's about egos and enrichment.

You would kill innocent people.

- Collingwood takes responsibility...
- That is not bloody good enough!

- Get her out of here, Jocelyn.
- You tell me.

Tell me that you
didn't take bribes.

You tell me.

Please.

We should go back, everyone.

With all due respect, Commissioner, we've
had no intel of a terror attack planned.

No, Harry isn't around at the
moment, but I am fully briefed.

Thank you.

It's chaos.

They're isolating
groups all over the city.

What are you doing? Why
are you keeping us here?

This is a peaceful protest.
Please let us out of here.

They're cornering
sections of the crowd.

They've been told the march
may be a cover for a terror attack.

- Collingwood's planted people in there.
- Who will find a way to kick-start a riot.

This has got to stop.

Oh, no!

Ruth, we need help.
Smoke bombs are going off.

Jo, just keep calm. There's rumours of
a terrorist attack, but they are unfounded.

It's easier to mistake a protester
for a suicide bomber in smoke.

Keep calm! Don't panic! It'll
be fine if you just don't panic.

I need to speak to the
Commissioner immediately.

I can't stand it
when you lie to me.

Tell the police not to
fire on the protestors.

- Get her out of here!
- Wait!

- You knew about the planes. You knew.
- Oh, my God.

I found this lying
about in a gym locker.

Wait outside.

This is the Chronicle's front page
reporting the crash before it happened.

There goes your smooth
transition to power.

- I want a deal.
- Call off the police, and you've got one.

Still feeling confident,
cabinet secretary?

I advise the PM on constitutional
matters. I knew nothing!

- I'm simply a politician!
- Then tell them not to fire.

I forgive you most
things, I always will.

But not this.

- Not lies, treason and cowardice!
- I'm not a coward.

Then you stop it!
You stop it now!

Do you remember when I was a child,
you said I was scared of everything?

I was never scared when you were
around, but now you absolutely terrify me.

Jocelyn, who are you calling?

Prime Minister, it's Myers.
You want more time to decide?

- Let me speak to him.
- We can negotiate...

No! No negotiations! Call them off,
for God's sake. His son's on that march.

It's over, Dad.

- Fall back!
- Bastards!

- Protestors are throwing incendiaries.
- Activate the snatch squads now.

Prime Minister, there are
provocateurs on the march

whose aim is to make
the police open fire.

You must countermand any order that's
given, or there'll be serious loss of life.

And these measures may not be the
best way to guarantee national security,

given the state of the country.

Where's Harry Pearce being held?

Thank you.

The police have been told to stand down.
The prime minister's called a halt to this.

Ruth, the police are going mad!

People are throwing Molotovs,
I don't know what's going on.

Get off her! Get off!

Adam, it's chaos. The PM's message
is taking too long to filter through.

Keep trying the police! I've got to get the
prisoners out. Ros is on the other line.

Collingwood won't climb down. He's planning
a Valhalla at the detention centre.

Ruth, get Zaf down
to the detention centre!

- Everybody out. Go now.
- I want to stay here with you.

It's all over. Those cowards, they've
pulled back from the brink, as usual.

I'll finish up here.

Go. You've done your duty.

What are you doing?!

Harry! Can you hear me?!

- Let us out!
- Djakarta is coming!

I'm going to make sure that whoever
follows me, and would defend this nation,

don't have to waste their time
dealing with people like you!

There'll always be
somebody like me in your way!

Secure him.

The suicide bomber is directly
in front of you! Prepare to fire!

He's approaching your
position! Stand by! On my order!

- There is no time for this.
- Tell the armed police to stand down now!

Harry! Harry!

Harry! Where are you?!

Harry!

- That's right, false alarm!
- ..the prime minister's son!

Get down!

Cease fire! Hold your fire!

Go on, then! Shoot me!

Adam, we're in here!

Don't do it.

If you run now, you
might save yourself.

Whatever you think is
coming to the country,

and, believe me, I share
many of your fears...

..does it have to be
dealt with like this?

At least I shall never
be accused of cowardice.

Adam!

Go on, then! Shoot me!

Stand down. Armed
response, withdraw.

- Have you come to gloat?
- No. Is there anything you need?

Your... Your men, they'll be...

coming to remove my belt.

Is that what you want?

Yes, leave me...
leave me some dignity.

Let me... let me keep it.

Goodbye, Michael.

I have nothing now.

I'm finished.

Not professionally.

My recruiting policy
sometimes raises eyebrows,

but... I want you to
stay and work with us.

Join my team.

What will happen to my father?

It's not for me to say, but it doesn't
help the country to have big reprisals.

It'll be OK.

Your father will be all right.

Think about what we're offering.

Collingwood hanged himself with his own
belt. Why didn't someone take it off him?

Somebody will pay for the oversight.
We have a problem with the others.

- What kind of problem?
- What to do with them.

In the case of Millington...

Nothing. We have him over a barrel,
which will prove extremely useful.

And Taylor...

Taylor can go to Northern
Ireland for all I care. But not Myers.

Charge him with tax evasion or something,
but he's not gonna get away with this.

- He stepped back from the edge.
- Not before he crippled me.

I've spoken to the doctors
today. They're a little more hopeful.

No impunity for Myers.
He stands trial. I mean it.

There's the spaniel.

Shame they can't replace
your spine with your tongue.

Are you in love
with Ruth, Harry?

Does "skating, thin and
ice" mean anything to you?

I'm disabled,

I'm allowed a special licence.

Ruth has many
wonderful qualities.

- That's not what I asked you.
- It's all you're getting.

- She's in love with you.
- Is that so? That's one to ponder.

Don't let this opportunity
pass you by, Harry.

Now go. Go. I want to watch
the PM address the nation.

As plumes of smoke
rise over the city,

police are still refusing to comment on
the shooting of an unarmed protestor.

The government has agreed
to delay the special measures,

while the prime minister
has been congratulated

for his handling of the crisis.

- You should get home.
- I'm organising Colin's memorial service.

I wondered if you
would do a reading.

Yes, of course.
Anything in particular?

His favourite book was "Hitchhiker's Guide
To The Galaxy". Not really appropriate.

I thought maybe this.

"Comrades mine
and I in the midst,

"and their memory ever to keep,

"for the dead I loved so well".

It's Walt Whitman.

Yes, that would
be perfect, I think.

Simulation of a thermobaric
bomb's effect on central London.

- You two OK?
- Yeah.

Conflict can be instructive.

- I have to go.
- Finish your drink.

No.

She's gotta be in
here somewhere.

The detonator is only seconds
away from being in range.

This man is an MI5 spy. One of you will
have the honour of executing this coward.