All language subtitles for MI-5 S05E03 The Cell.NonHI.en.BBC

Get him inside! Get him inside!

I don't believe it. Adam's back.

- Yes?
- I'm Jenny. The new nanny for Wes.

- Have I come at a bad time?
- Not at all.

- Michael.
- Harry.

- And this is?
- Rosalind Myers, pleased to meet you.

I want you to stay and
work with us. Join my team.

What will happen to my father?

I can't say, but it doesn't help
the country to have big reprisals.

It'll be OK.

- Are you in love with Ruth?
- Ruth has many wonderful qualities.

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

This man is an MI5 spy.

- He was snooping around the flats.
- I'm an Environmental Health Officer.

My pass is in my pocket. I was checking
on a report of vermin in the bin area.

Of course. Because MI5 normally
carry identification saying, "I am a spy."

I don't know how this has happened.
Please let me go. I'm begging you.

But what are you begging me for?

Mercy? Pity?

The mercy your paymasters
showed to the people of Fallujah?

I don't know anything
about Fallujah!

- Lima team, what's your status?
- No visual. Intervention difficult.

- That's no good to me!
- They were ordered to stay at distance.

- What if Zaf breaks cover?
- We'll lose the operation.

They're trying to
flush out infiltrators.

- Have you got a visual on the warehouse?
- Negative.

How will killing me help them?

One of you will have the
honour of executing this coward.

I'll do it.

Wait.

Don't say anything. You've got
to stay quiet. Shut up, just shut up.

- You have a problem?
- I think I've seen him before.

In the council offices when I was sorting
out housing benefit. It might be the truth.

- You think we should let him go?
- He hasn't seen us.

All right.

Well, now he has seen us.

He WAS an
environmental health officer.

Does that thought disturb you?
The death of an innocent man?

We're soldiers at war.

Nobody's innocent.

Yet only Mustafa was prepared
to strike a blow on my command.

- I would have done it.
- Mustafa will be my voice amongst you.

There is a bomb

that has been used against our
people in Chechnya and Afghanistan.

Soon we will have one
of them in our own hands,

and then we will be able to take
revenge for our dead brothers and sisters.

Give the rat-catcher
back to the rats.

It has to be a thermobaric bomb.

Then Waterfall has
already justified itself.

But we don't have
a single recruit.

We can't let an Al-Qaeda
cell have that power.

We stop them getting the
bomb and keep Waterfall running.

And good weather for the
next test match too How's Zaf?

- Dropped down the pecking order.
- I meant...

He's tough, he knows
he had no choice.

- Ah.
- Yes.

- I wasn't aware she was starting so soon.
- The sooner the better. You two be OK?

- Yeah, course.
- Conflict can be constructive.

There won't be any conflict. Ros and I
know where we stand with each other.

Hi.

- What you up to?
- Rehearsing for a part in "Riverdance".

You're up to speed
on Waterfall, then?

Waterfall didn't
originate in this section.

It did actually.

Waterfall's primary goal was
infiltrating Al-Qaeda cells...

Waterfall's a
specific operation.

OK, so you gave it a name.

- Anyway, I was fully aware of it.
- Well, I can't see how you can...

Well, that's good. It
gives us a head start.

You all right otherwise,
though? Generally I mean.

- Generally?
- Yeah.

- Because of how I was, the last time?
- Partly, yes.

It's the only time you'll see me like that,
Adam. I don't do emotional incontinence.

Well, that's good,
'cause I'm not a big fan.

I'm not a big fan of it either.

Er... Ros?

Meeting room's that way.

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

Everything in the red zone
would be dead. 100% fatalities.

One mile, 50.

The thermobaric bomb uses a mixture
of fuel and oxygen rather than radiation.

But its blast is similar to that of
a small tactical nuclear weapon.

It was used by the Russians in Chechnya
and the Americans in Afghanistan.

Put one in a theatre of operations,
and it will take everything out.

Shame when that happens
to be a city full of civilians.

Destroy the haystack
to find the needle.

Sometimes you have to
stop hiding behind metaphors.

- It's complex...
- No.

This is a weapon of mass
destruction. It kills indiscriminately.

We can hardly be surprised
that Al-Qaeda want one,

or bleat at their
inhumanity in using it.

They may obtain one, and I don't intend
to let them even the score in our cities.

How do we stop them
without revealing Waterfall?

- Is the million-dollar question.
- Thought of an answer yet?

Yes.

We buy the bomb ourselves.

Gazump Al-Qaeda?

You don't make this bomb
using nail-polish remover.

There's only a few out there,

and just a couple of dealers
who are big enough to shift one.

We buy the bomb ourselves, nobody's any
the wiser and we keep Waterfall running.

It's risky.

All right. I'll liaise with the cousins on
missing bombs and with Ruth on dealers.

Adam. I don't mind a bit of tightrope
walking, and we've invested in Waterfall.

But they don't even
get close to that bomb.

I want it back in our
possession as soon as possible.

Waterfall. We're building up a network
of informers within Al-Qaeda cells,

just as we did with
the IRA in the 1970s.

You knew that. This is Michael Johnson,
a petty criminal from south-east London.

He converted to
fundamentalist Islam in prison.

He changed his
name to Mustafa Akram

and split with childhood
sweetheart, Leigh Bennett.

Apparently, he'd proposed
just before going inside.

Michael's in the cell
that Zaf's infiltrated,

and we might be
able to turn him.

- If we can turn him...
- We can use him to recruit others.

When you say we, I
take it you mean me?

I mean Zaf, with your help.

And you can't babysit
your little friend because?

I'm needed elsewhere.

Nice shoes, aren't they?

- Would Michael Johnson like them?
- Who are you?

Somebody who might just
help to save his life. Come on.

I'm due back at
work. My manager...

Leigh, there are more powerful
people than your manager in this life.

Antelope is Number 37.

Where's Jo?

Death by mascara.

Horrible. Ruth's agonising over the fact
that there are no more horses in warfare.

Adam's learning how to lift
his knuckles off the ground.

You'll have to make
do with me, I'm afraid.

- Shouldn't you be in prison or something?
- This is the something.

- You OK?
- My cover's still intact.

- No, I meant...
- I'm fine. Hanif was talking about a bomb.

It'll be taken out of the game. We've been
given a lease of life to turn our recruit.

- We?
- We're now the shock troops of Waterfall.

I get to go home at night.
How is life in the flat?

Claustrophobic,
irritable, jumpy.

- Every noise outside is a possible raid.
- Group dynamics?

Samir's getting more envious of Michael
since he became Hanif's right-hand man.

OK, let's talk about sex.

Sorry... it's just that
it's been so long.

We can use it to
turn Michael Johnson.

- You really think I'm his type?
- This is Leigh Bennett.

She visited Michael while he was in
Feltham, before he converted to Islam.

Yeah, she's his ex-fiancée. He got rid
of her. Why should she be a weak spot?

A few things about men.

They're stupid, inconsistent, and a short
skirt usually trumps a deep conviction.

- Present company excepted.
- No, no.

That was a pretty fair
assessment of my personality.

Pretty.

Tempt Michael with Leigh, turn Michael.
Waterfall has its first success story.

You did the right
thing, by the way.

The cousins say our bomb may have
gone AWOL from Afghanistan two years ago.

I've got possible dealers
down to a short-list of three.

The destruction of Central
London doesn't come cheap.

- I'm not naive.
- I didn't say you were.

The bombers are home-grown. They're
gonna blow us up with our own weapons.

You're absolutely right.

Would you like to
have dinner one night?

- I'm sorry?
- Dinner?

- That is if you'd like to, of course.
- That's quite a conversation shift.

On to a happier topic than weapons
of mass destruction, or your naivety.

- I'm not naive.
- I booked a table.

It's a place I
think you'd... like.

Very presumptuous of
you. I might have said no.

I'll go anyway.

Like Charlie Chaplin
waiting for the girl

and making the
bread rolls dance.

- What film was that?
- "Gold Rush".

Ah, yes.

You won't have to. Wait, I mean.

I'd love to have dinner.

- Together.
- That's good.

- Where's Mustafa?
- Gone to get instructions from Hanif.

I would have done it.

Course. But using a gun's second
nature to someone like Mustafa.

You happy about him
being put in charge of us?

Look... you know I'd never
question Hanif's judgement.

But Mustafa's different from us.

It's not in the
blood with him, is it?

You're telling me. Who's to say
he won't betray us for a crack-pipe?

Need some fuse wire
from the hardware store.

You always get to go out.

All right, you can go.

You have no doubts
about what you're doing?

Paradise is found under
the shade of swords.

This attack will have big
consequences. For Muslims as well.

Good. Might make
them realise we're at war.

Look... moon's out already.

When I was fighting in Afghanistan a
daytime moon just like that appeared,

and we'd pray under it.

And it was... Such peace.

Just men, just brothers,
living under God.

Nothing else mattered,
just us and God.

It will be like that
again, Mustafa,

simple and beautiful.

I'm proud to be a
soldier in that struggle.

- What you doing in my room?
- Microwave blew out all the fuses.

- How did that happen?
- Ask Samir. He's the college graduate.

- Where is he?
- Gone to get fuse wire.

Thought I'd check out
all the sockets with this.

- Any news?
- Not about the mission.

- You worried? You know, about...
- I'm not scared of death.

The martyr feels no pain
and goes straight to paradise.

Sometimes I wonder, what if my
dad was there when the bomb went off?

If it was my dad,
that'd be a big bonus.

But what if it was
someone you cared about?

What if it was a friend, or
ex-girlfriend or something?

Maybe my gran.

But if they're deserving,
then they go to paradise.

I don't listen to their
propaganda about killing Muslims.

You can't just take me off
the street. I want a lawyer.

Do you know where you are?

- Exactly.
- What's this about?

Your terrorist boyfriend and
the mass murder he's plotting.

He's not my boyfriend.
I'm not involved in anything.

The fact that I'm talking
to you means that you are.

I don't know anything.

Why don't we start with the physical side?
How often did you and Michael have sex?

What? You're out of order.

How will your innocence
play with the public,

after an attack that's
left thousands dead?

The tabloids will have
a field day with you.

Did you and Michael
have a healthy sex life?

- What's healthy?
- Are we talking once a week, three times?

Things been a bit quiet
round your way recently?

I'm afraid that's the price I
pay for ensuring your security.

Yeah, things were,
you know, pretty good,

more than what you said.

And in other ways?

Just before he went inside the last time,
we went away together. To the Canaries.

That was a nice holiday.

He said we should get married,
and that he'd try and sort his life out.

- Then he went down...
- And discovered extremist religion.

He's not a bad person.

I know that, Leigh.

I can help you both. You still can have
a future together. But I need your help.

Can you do that for me, please?

What did you make of her?

Above average intelligence.

Got some fighting
spirit in her, but not so

bitter she's not able
to stick up for him.

Most importantly, they used to
shag like bunnies. How about you?

He's got some emotional memories
stashed away, but not of her.

He'd like a pizza.

He's got a photo of his gran, a
cricket medal and a holiday souvenir.

- What kind?
- We didn't get on to toppings.

- The souvenir, Zaf.
- A snowstorm.

- Where from?
- Gran Canaria.

OK, let's give the
snowstorm a little shake.

Got you. Adam? We've got e-mail
intercepts coming out of Kenya.

From two Saudi
businessmen to Hanif Ibrahim.

What are they doing in Kenya?

Meeting this man.

Lain Kallis. An agent for BOSS during
the apartheid years in South Africa.

He's a blue-chip arms dealer with links to
a front company called Protech Holdings.

Yes, I've caught a whiff
of Kallis once or twice.

He's on his way to
London for the arms fair.

Didn't Protech use to
organise shooting parties?

A few men with semi-automatic rifles
pit their wits against the claws of a lion.

Among them, American congressmen
and Saudi playboys. He's well connected.

How will you
persuade him to sell it?

- By appealing to his baser instincts.
- You may have to narrow that down.

A truckload of cash, and a place in the
sun where the only blacks are the servants.

Jo and I are gonna ask him to help
us overthrow a foreign government.

There's a listening device stitched
into the collar. We'll be able to hear you.

- Will Michael be in trouble?
- It depends if he helps us.

- What do you want him to do?
- We'll cross that bridge later.

Just hold still a sec.

I won't know what to
say. Sometimes I blush.

He'll think you're
nervous at seeing him.

"Celestial rosy red,
Love's proper hue."

It's "Paradise Lost". "Milton! Thou
should'st be living at this hour."

- Thanks for sharing that.
- What do you want me to say to him?

Be yourself. Remind
him of the good old days.

You're ready.

- Am I?
- You're saving lives.

Not just innocent people's,
maybe even Michael's.

You'll be fine.

We've had a letter
about our rent arrears.

Something about my income taper.

- But I'm on income support.
- How unusual. Take a number.

Um... what you doing?

You're pushing in.

OK, up the ante and get
Target One's attention.

- Get out of my face, bitch.
- Who are you calling a bitch?

- What, are you deaf as well as stupid?
- The end of the queue is back there!

- Look, I don't care.
- Get to the back of the queue!

- Or else?
- Are you starting a fight?

- Back off.
- What are you gonna do?

Do you really want to know?

Good work, Lima One.

- Leigh.
- Hello.

- Give us a minute.
- No, Michael, don't think so.

- This one of your new mates?
- Just a minute.

You have to ask who
you can talk to now?

Sort out the rent, Jamal.

Come on.

Been getting trouble from them
boys. They was hassling me and mum.

- How is your mum?
- Not your biggest fan.

She never was.

Remember that time, when she
came home from work early and...

- I was a different person back then.
- You're telling me.

- You wouldn't understand.
- How's that?

Selling make-up. Drinking
with your ignorant mates.

Ignorant? Ignorant was spending all
my wages going to visit a handbag thief

who once said he wanted to spend
the rest of his life in bed with me!

One day you say, "Sorry, we ain't getting
married, 'cause now I'm following Allah."

It saved my life. Now I
follow the one true God.

I used to sit up at nights making you
tapes. I saved money for when you got out!

I'm reading the Hadith of
the last prophet Mohammad...

You sound like a
bloody robot, mate!

- I can't do this anymore.
- Can't do what?

She's going to pieces.

I didn't ask you to help me back
there! I can't talk to you anymore!

- It breaks me up seeing you like this.
- Come back.

She's sexy when she's angry. Now he's
chasing her. I told you she was clever.

Look, we're just talking!

No, YOU were giving
me a sermon, as usual!

Leigh...

- What are you doing?
- That's my number.

Call me if you want to talk.

Since when did
you and me just talk?

That's Kallis.

Doesn't look like much, does he?

He isn't much.

- Who was that girl at the housing office?
- Someone I used to know.

You used to like her?

- We was gonna get married.
- Oh.

- She doesn't know about...?
- I found the true path in prison.

Then I decided to
break it off with her.

Must have been
hard. She's a pretty girl.

- The path of righteousness. The Koran...
- You don't have to prove yourself to me.

I'm not Hanif, and
I'm not Samir either.

I don't look down on you 'cause
you're from a different background.

- Samir said that? He looks down on me?
- Doesn't matter, does it?

What I'm saying is we're
too tightly wound up.

It's not good for the mission. We
jump every time there's a siren outside.

- If I was to see her again...
- We're soldiers. Soldiers have needs.

If it helps the mission to satisfy
those needs, then it's not wrong.

- When this is over, I'm hoping that...
- Let's not worry about that yet.

But if we can make Michael
realise he's been brainwashed...

What would you like to happen?

I wanted us to live somewhere
different, a little house.

Would you like a
prairie to go with that?

You know what?

If you'd grown up where me and Michael
did, you wouldn't say no to a prairie.

- Although I'd prefer an island.
- Call Michael.

Take him somewhere
you can be alone.

Hello?

Look, that's what this
society is all about.

Disgusting. Cut his hands
off. Stone him to death.

You take the piss, but this society
is rubbish. Look at all the injustice.

People only care
about commodities

which end up with us desecrating other
countries, trampling over their people.

The way you talk.

- You shouldn't laugh at me.
- No.

I like it. It sounds like you care about
something more than just yourself.

But why do you have to judge
people? People aren't perfect.

You can try, though.

Not so much it dries
you all up inside.

Can't we go somewhere else?

- What about your house?
- My mum and sister will be there.

How about your flat?

She can't go there.

Michael will want this, if he
compromises his own security.

It could compromise our security as well.
And hers. No, Adam wouldn't go for it.

Adam's not here, she's being
resourceful. Let's run with it.

- Not very homely, is it?
- It happens when men live together.

- It's freezing as well.
- The heating's packed up.

You always hated the cold.

Yeah.

Show me your room, then.

Has it at least got a duvet?

- What's my brother's name?
- Gordon Hunter. British.

Known to fellow mercenaries as the
Huntsman. Betrayed, beaten but unbowed.

In an African jail after a failed
attempt to overthrow the government...

- Wes is asleep.
- Is he OK?

He's fine. We finished
"A Dog So Small".

I used to love that
book when I was little.

- Have I spoken to you on the phone?
- That's right. I'm a colleague.

Working late again? You guys
keep some unsociable hours.

I wish the overtime
was worth it.

Sometimes loving your job just has to
be enough, I guess. See you later, Adam.

- Bye...
- Kate.

Bye, Kate.

Thanks, Jenny.

What?

- She fancies you.
- She's the nanny.

Hasn't stopped more
illustrious men than you.

- Ask me some more questions.
- Where are Harry and Ruth going tonight?

About my... What?

Harry's security officer
is a little indiscreet.

- Not with me.
- My human skills are better than yours.

Harry and Ruth? Are you sure?

Well, it wasn't
Harry and Malcolm.

The sly old dog!

- That explains it.
- What?

The other day, he was whistling.

- What was he whistling?
- "Lillibullero", I think.

Last time he did that, we found out about
the minister and the French ambassador.

Bloody hell!

- Paris.
- New York.

- Paris.
- Where's your spirit of Atlanticism?

Where's your spirit of romance?

I often dream about a big trip.

The grand tour, all the great capitals
of Europe. Paris, Madrid, Rome, Berlin.

Visiting the museums, walking
in the streets, sitting in cafés.

Do some people-watching without a
backup team and a surveillance van?

That would be something.

Of course, it's not
a trip to do alone.

Did you have a particular
companion in mind?

It would have to be somebody
whose conversation you enjoyed,

yet who understood the
need sometimes for quiet.

Somebody with a
gentle sense of humour.

Principled, but not
foolish... or naive.

Good qualities.

You don't often find
them in one person.

White burgundy.
Thermobaric bombs.

Quite a species, aren't we?

Mr. Kallis?

Sam Hunter. This is
my assistant Gill Turner.

So, you're Gordon
Hunter's brother?

There's no danger
of bugs, is there?

I have every hotel room I
use swept for listening devices.

So, can you succeed
where he failed?

I intend to try.

- How many men do you have?
- We're at a numerical disadvantage.

And how do you
think I can help you?

Don't mess me about here.

My backers tell me you can
get hold of a thermobaric bomb.

We can take out the
barracks of the National Guard.

There'll be rewards for prominent
citizens of the new country.

Whatever you've been
offered, we'll raise it by 10%.

That's a good offer.

- What did you say your name was?
- Gill.

Well, Gill, I have some
tickets for a West End show,

but my friend had to
drop out at the last minute.

Would you like to come instead?

- Jo is part of the deal? You OK'd that?
- I'm supposed to be a mercenary.

Got to get that bomb
out of the field of play.

All right. But she's watched, and given
a get-out clause. Use Ros as backup.

- She's busy with Michael Johnson.
- Kallis is both vicious and experienced.

Use Ros.

- Well, you're a dark horse.
- Sorry?

No, I mean best of luck to
you. I think it's wonderful.

It was staring us
in the face all along.

Malcolm, I've got no idea
what you're talking about.

- You and Harry.
- What?

It's pretty impossible to keep a secret in
this place. Candlelit dinners for two, eh?

- No...
- Good for you.

I think you'd make
a smashing couple.

It was nothing. It
was to do with work.

Please don't say anything.

Who else knows?

- You did really well.
- What'll happen to Michael?

- What do you mean?
- You hear about secret prisons, torture.

Are you gonna do that? I could be setting
him up, and you could take him away...

No, we won't do that. He's
gonna be working for us.

How?

Helping us to stop attacks
that kill innocent civilians.

He'll be in a much better
place than he is now.

But I thought...

Best if you avoid the flat for
now. It's too risky at the moment.

At least till we've got
him where we want him.

- Would you like a drink?
- Erm... sure. Where?

- How about the bar of my hotel?
- Somewhere a bit nearer, maybe?

- Well, it's only five minutes' walk.
- OK.

- She's doing well, isn't she?
- Yeah, she's fine.

- We were right about the hotel.
- Visuals are on in the lobby and his room.

Watch closely, this
is the one time you get

to see a man being
unselfish with the wine

and interested in
a woman's opinion.

Did you enjoy the show?

More than I thought I
would. I'm not usually a fan.

- I love 'em.
- Another impressive addition to his CV.

- Not a fan?
- Old queens, killers and the Japanese.

- What about them?
- Like musicals.

Good evening, sir.

Messages for Kallis?

I'm going to ask for some drinks to be
brought up to my room, if you don't mind.

- I don't think so.
- I don't bite, you know.

This is strictly business.
I've enjoyed tonight, but...

Either we discuss your boss's
request right now or that's it, I'm afraid.

- That was predictable.
- Foxtrot One and Two.

Be ready to go into Kallis's
room, on my command.

I have other buyers, you
know. We'll outbid them all.

- They're in the room?
- We must have a visual.

I'll need a down
payment. £50,000.

I'll need the account
details for the transfer.

Right. Well, tell your boss I'll be
in touch to discuss a final price.

Great.

- But you haven't touched your drink.
- I have to go now.

- Stay, finish your drink.
- No, I don't think so.

Alpha One, we can't find her.

A woman saying no to me, that's
when the problems usually start.

She's got to be in
here somewhere.

- Adam...
- Adam? Who's Adam?

The drinks. Kallis
ordered room service.

Which room did the drinks go to?

Who's Adam, you little bitch?

This is what always happens
when you provoke me...

Put her down, Mr. Kallis.

Put her down gently. We're
officers of the security service.

Step off. Step off, or I'll
break the little whore's neck.

I have you on tape plotting
against an African government.

We could have you on a
flight back to that country.

How comfortable would
your stay there be?

- You OK, Jo?
- Ros?

She's OK.

Fancy your chances?

Huh.

Why did you swap rooms?

Last time I had some slut in
there somebody complained,

and hotel management
decided to get involved.

You should have accepted
our offer. Give us the bomb.

You're too late, sonny.

The type of bomb you were
looking for has been purchased

by some Saudis who attended
one of my hunts in Africa.

I was involved, but
only as a middleman.

Who the Saudis sell the bomb on to is
anybody's guess and not my business.

Why would a pair of Saudi businessmen
be buying a thermobaric bomb?

Like I say, none of my business.

But if I hadn't done it somebody
else would have done so.

An argument from
the moral cesspit.

But that's where we
live right now, isn't it?

- Let him go?!
- Six want him in Africa, working for them.

They're partly responsible! Why didn't
they know what was happening in Sofia?

I don't know, but Africa is a key
battleground and Kallis can help us now.

- Don't let this happen.
- It's out of my hands.

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

But what I don't like even
more is that we've lost the bomb.

We still know where it's going.
It all comes down to Zaf now.

We have an hour and a
half to prepare ourselves.

We should pray together.

A van'll be delivered
to the flat. They'll be

directed to the place
and left to detonate.

- Not a suicide mission?
- No, they'll have half an hour to get out.

- So, no need to detain anybody?
- Exactly. We carry on with Waterfall.

And we can watch them all. They'll think
they've been sold dodgy goods by Kallis.

Let's hope they take
appropriate revenge.

- You're going to have to let me go.
- I know that.

- Could I get some coffee?
- I brought you this.

Careful, it's very...

..hot.

Still, I don't need to explain to you
the erotic possibilities of extreme pain.

- Who's that?
- I'll check.

- Yeah?
- I've come to see Michael.

Michael? In there.

This girl says she
knows you... Michael.

What's that?

I thought... for the
cold in your room.

You've been here
before? In his room?

I was scared for you. I wanted
to make sure you were OK.

Why should you
be scared for him?

- What have you told her?
- Nothing. She doesn't know anything.

- Let her go.
- Michael, they know about you.

They've been watching you. They
wanted me to get close to you. Don't do it!

I love you. Come away with me.

That's enough! That's
enough! Leigh, you're all right.

- How do you know her name?
- You're gonna be OK.

You're a spy.

They've set you up.

You used her?

- It was all an act?
- She needs medical attention.

Let her bleed!

- You're next, traitor.
- Michael. Michael, this is bullshit!

- Think.
- The Koran commands...

Islamic law forbids the
harming of non-combatants,

especially women and children.

I'm cold.

Michael, she's gonna
die unless we help her.

I'm gonna tell Hanif.

Stupid bitch!

She's so pale.

Look how pale she is.

She's dead, Michael.

No!

- Get to work.
- What's going on?

- We have to clean up. Is he still alive?
- He's alive.

Get him out of here quickly. Michael,
we have to act normal when Hanif arrives.

Act normal?

We have to carry on with this operation,
or thousands more like Leigh could die.

- What's that?
- Heroin.

Get him back on his feet. If he
can't hold it together, we're finished.

Michael, listen to me!
Michael, you have to help us.

Only if you do that will you be able to
make sense of what happened here.

Charlie One, they're arriving.

- Where's Samir?
- He fled.

What?

He lost his courage. Said
he was going for a walk.

Afterwards we searched
his room. We found this.

He used to disappear sometimes.
Now we know he was buying heroin.

Maybe he developed the
habit on his trips to Pakistan.

Get ready. Give me your wallets,
any identifying papers and your phones.

It's me. We're going now.

Follow my instructions until
you get to the destination.

- He's made a call to his contact.
- Good, first big mistake.

Get intercepts on that phone and
patch every conversation through to Ruth.

- How did she know where he lived?
- Must have told her.

- You didn't let her go there?
- I instructed her not to.

- When?
- When she... suggested it.

Antelope's leaving with Michael.
Getting into the van. We're tracking it.

OK. Monitor all calls from
that flat. I'm going after the van.

Turn right.

- What we doing?
- We'll leave the van where instructed.

We'll meet Ibrahim at the rendezvous. Be
devastated when the bomb doesn't go off.

- Then we'll follow instructions.
- I don't understand.

We're at war with these people.

But to win that war
we need intelligence.

We need to know where they
are, how they cope with setbacks.

- Ibrahim won't know a thing?
- He won't, but we will.

But who's right?

What do you mean?

I thought it made sense. I thought
I'd found some answers in prison.

But... it's more of a mess now.

Straight ahead at the lights.

We're heading towards the City.

OK, bye. Ruth?

We picked up a phone call. It is a
suicide mission, only they don't know it.

Somebody will detonate
the van as it arrives.

Samir's defection justified their decision
not to give them any more information.

- Justified. Where are they now?
- Entering the City.

Call Adam.

The van will be with you in about
three minutes. Are you in position?

- Get Zaf to stop the van.
- No response from his mobile.

- Get Lima team to stop the van.
- They're further away than you. Can you?

- We'll never catch them.
- Do something, Adam.

Stop the car.

Target turning left
into Farringdon Road.

- Adam, how close are you?
- Close.

The van's nearly in
range. Prepare to detonate.

Oh, my... We've just picked up an infrared
signal. The van is nearly in range.

- How long?
- Between 45 seconds and a minute.

Armed police are en route with orders
to stop that van by any means necessary.

- Meaning?
- They'll shoot Zaf to stop the van.

No! Tell them to hold off.

I'll get there.

A signal. The van is
only just out of range.

Stop!

- Get out of here.
- Where to?

- Grove Park mosque. Speak to the Imam.
- What's going on?

- There's a human detonator in the area.
- I'll get the van out of here.

- No time. Where are the armed units?
- Moving to intercept.

We're following the
suspect. Awaiting orders.

The remote detonator is
on the move towards you.

The armed units
are right behind him.

- I can take the shot.
- Stand by.

In range. We can
take the shot now.

- Wait.
- You have to make a decision on this.

- How do you know it's him?
- They can't confirm it.

But you must make this call.

Adam, make the call.

Take the shot.

We've had a report from the Grove Park
mosque. Michael gave us the safe houses.

Excellent. Do we
have a story for Zaf?

Killed himself rather than
be taken by the police.

If anyone in the attack cell
was an informer, it was Samir.

And do you think we
can still use Michael?

The Imam's going
to speak to him again.

But Operation
Waterfall's still in place?

Yes, it's the only
way, against this lot.

- Whoever owns it, or whatever its name.
- Quite.

Well done, both of you.

- The US wants to talk about the bomb.
- They're not getting it back.

- Grosvenor Square is on a secure line.
- Ruth. Have you thought about...?

- I can't.
- What?

Have dinner again. People
know, they're laughing about it.

- Laughing? Why would they laugh?
- I don't know.

But it undermines you,
and that's not acceptable.

I listen to briefings that would chill
the blood of any ordinary citizen.

Whilst hurtful, somebody laughing at me
is not going to give me sleepless nights.

We can't, Harry.

I can't be talked
about like that. I just...

I can't stand it.

Sorry.

We need to keep quiet about
the girl going to the flat before.

It was a bad call.

It didn't dramatically
affect the operation.

It had quite an effect
on Leigh Bennett.

Nevertheless, there's no point in drawing
attention to it. You do owe me one, Jo.

All right, if he doesn't ask
me directly, but I won't lie.

Then you won't rise very
high in your chosen career.

That's not my main priority.

No remorse? You deceived her into
thinking she had a future with Michael.

For a higher purpose.

But if I wanted a job where everybody
loved me, I'd have become a vet.

As British foreign secretary,

I am proud to open the Havensworth
Addressing Africa summit.

Zaf? Check the staff quarters.

We are officers of the state. We do not
make political judgements, or play God.

Talk to the president. Keep people calm.
I expect a signed deal by this afternoon.

The fact that your
life is a disaster zone

does not give you the
right to judge other people's!

Harry, you will disband
the MI5 presence here.

She has no weapon!