All language subtitles for Sur15_1

Talk to me, Ray.

Low on gas and almost
out of ammo, Johnny.

God damn it. This isn't supposed
to be happening in this area.

- Retreat! Let's go!
- Move it! Move it!

To RP Tango.

Charlie Company overrun.
Requesting firepower.

Can't hang around pal. Gotta go
home and refuel, come back for them.

If we go, there'll be no one
left to come back for.

Move it! Move! Move!
Retreat! Retreat!

- We're hit!
- Mayday! Mayday!

Dragonfly 2 going down!

Come on, Ray.
Let's go. Come on, Ray.

Come on, Ray, let's go!

Move! Move!

On your knees.

What's going on?

Hey, you will not.

No, you can't. No!

- No! - You're all right, Ray.
Just stay cool.

- You're all right.
- Johnny, help me.

No! Ray!

Here come
the visa crew.

Log 'em in.

Murdock, Alvin.

Purvell, Robert.

Su, Joyce.

Rosenbaum, Naomi.

What the hell is that?

That is Kate Abbott.

The new security officer.

VIP request.
We need to process it.

Okay.

- Sorry, Sally.
- What's the rush, Sam?

Security breach.

Everybody in the
conference room in 10.

Nero Franks, Maltese national.

Over the weekend, he tried to board
an Oceanic Airlines flight

from Heathrow to Chicago.

Alarms went off when Franks
presented his passport.

It didn't have the new digital watermark.
Franks tried to run.

MI5 thought he was
a suicide bomber

and took him out. Take a look.

Nero Franks was
a scientist with no priors,

working for
a German chemical outfit.

His specialty
was combustible gas munitions.

The Brits and the Germans
are still looking

for a possible
terrorist connection,

but no joy so far.

So here's the issue
for us, people.

Now our enemies know
they can't forge visas.

That means they'll be looking
for ways to get real ones,

the kind you hand out
every day.

We're working with all
the British security agencies,

but they're stretched
really thin.

Budget cuts, plus they have homegrown
terrorists to worry about.

We're not saying that you have to
give everyone the third degree.

90% of our applicants
are straightforward.

It's the remaining 10%
that I lose sleep over.

Any application that tweaks you the
wrong way, take it straight to Kate.

She excelled at this work
in Washington.

What Sam really means is
you'll need someone to blame

if the wrong guy gets
through, so use me.

What I'm really interested in is
anyone with scientific expertise,

specialists in chemicals
or gases.

Any questions?

All right, gang. Back to work.

That's fine, madam.
Your visa will be ready tomorrow.

She's never seen the ball drop in
Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Have a good stay
in the United States, sister.

Thank you, sir.

So do you promise to watch me
when I'm on American Idol?

Oh, absolutely.

What?

- Have a good stay.
- Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Dr. Balan, good afternoon.

I was told my paperwork
is in order.

This won't take long.

Romanian citizen.

You have listed
a medical conference

as the reason for visiting
the United States.

Yes.

This conference is
for pediatricians.

You're a general practitioner.

I work in a clinic
for newly arrived immigrants.

Many of my patients
are children.

Dr. Balan, it also says that you consult
for Vicker's Pharmaceuticals.

I'm curious why we don't have
a letter from them.

I've only been there
a few months.

- Is there a problem?
- I certainly hope not.

Let me see this file.

I'm not done with my review.

A word.

You don't think it's strange
that a GP,

who also happens
to be a researcher,

wants to attend
a pediatrics conference?

There's nothing odd about
moonlighting as a consultant

to make a few extra bucks.

Besides, Naomi already did
the background check.

- Balan's fine.
- I'll be the judge of that.

Look, I know you were
a high-flyer in D.C.

I am not here on vacation.

Even when it's slow,

we're not processing people
fast enough.

We're seriously understaffed.

So when paperwork
gets held up by security,

people start missing flights,

and I'm the one that has to
deal with their complaints.

Unless you wanna suffer
the Ambassador's wrath.

I'm doing my job, Bill.

We all are.

We have a problem.
A new security expert.

From Washington.

Her name is Kate Abbott.
She knows about Vicker's.

So no visa?

She's trouble,
I'm telling you.

I'll take care of her.

This way, please.

Sweet of you to stop in.

There's something
you need to see.

I'll have it done tomorrow.

Lisa.

- Hey.
- I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I saved us
a bottle of bubbles.

Oh! You're the best.

So how did it go?

Would you believe
I sold every damn one?

- No.
- Yes.

But I saved those for you.

I know you have a thing
for the underworld.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

So all work and no play, huh?

It's complicated.

Is everything a state secret
with you?

It's so beautiful.

- Hello?
- Hi, Naomi. It's Kate.

I'm so sorry it's so late.

It's okay.
Is something wrong?

You remember a guy
you processed a while ago,

Sri Lankan researcher
by the name of Fazli Sameer?

Uh, yeah, I was checking him out
when Bill pulled the file.

He said I had too much on my plate,
and he'd handle it.

Okay, all right.
Thanks so much.

Bye.

Actually, Dr. Balan
did ask me for a reference.

Request slipped
through the cracks.

I'll get my secretary
to draft one today.

Oh, would it be possible to see
Dr. Balan's security clearance?

What's this really about?

- I just thought since I was
here, it'd be... - About that.

If you were even
remotely familiar

with the British Defense Ministry's
standards on secrecy...

We're on the same side here.

You need to present
a proper written authorization

from the Home Office to even inquire
about security clearances.

- Dr. Perry, I...
- It's time for you to leave.

Get Inspector Anderson
for me, please.

- Hey, Howie.
- Hey, sweetie. What's up?

Listen, I need the list
of this month's visa files.

Yeah.

There's no authorization.

Oh, Parker probably
forgot to call.

Could you remind him?

Yes.
Oh.

- Bye.
- Bye. Bye-bye.

- You wanted to see me?
- Miss Abbott.

I believe you know
Inspector Paul Anderson

from Counter Terrorism
Command?

Good morning.

Why are you making inquiries
into the security status

of a British resident,
Dr. Emil Balan?

He applied for a visa
to come to the United States.

So you took it upon yourself

to go to his workplace
and interrogate his superior

rather than contacting
my office?

Dr. Balan needs
his visa today.

I just thought
it would be faster.

Not to go through
proper channels?

What's this about, Paul?

The director, Perry,
contacted me personally

to complain that Ms. Abbott had
been making unauthorized inquiries.

Then he called his friend,
the Home Secretary,

who asked me
if you have issued the visa.

No, I haven't.

Is there a problem?

Ambassador Crane.

Inspector. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know
you were joining us.

I didn't either.
The Home Secretary just called.

So what's the problem?

I can't discuss the details
of an ongoing investigation.

We're talking about
a medical professional

with serious
political connections.

Is this really a matter
of national security?

Sam?

It's her call.

I'm standing by it.

I'll inform the Home Secretary
accordingly.

But let me tell you something about
Balan that you probably don't know.

A few years ago,
his wife applied for a visa

for emergency medical
treatment in the United States.

She died

because some bureaucrat kept
asking for one more piece of paper.

Under the circumstances,

you might consider showing her
widower a little compassion,

Ms. Abbott.

Ambassador.

Congratulations.

You're already making enemies
in high places.

Keep it up.

Sam, get control
of this situation.

Ugh.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks for backing me up.

You have great instincts,
Kate.

Bill.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?
- Sure.

Sorry, Kate,
I'll have to take this.

I'll meet you guys
at the restaurant.

- All right, see you there.
- Okay. Gaston's, right?

See you there.

You need to do it now.

Okay, I understand.

Thanks, mate.

- After you.
- Thanks.

I think this is our table.
Classy. Look at that bar.

Naomi, have you ever...

This place is really nice.

That bar looks amazing.

Bill's crazy about this place.

What you told me last night

about Bill pulling
that file...

Kate, it's the guy's
birthday party.

We're supposed
to be having fun.

Oh, um, he pre-ordered the
pressed duck for all of us.

- Okay.
- Um, we're six, please.

Wait. Did anyone remember
to pick up the present for Bill?

- What? That was you.
- I'm pretty sure...

Not playing a part of this.

- Don't look at me.
- All right, guys, pony up.

- Is this enough?
- I know.

It's like we're here
for the free food.

Hi. I'm here
to pick up a gift.

- That's beautiful.
- Yes. It's a great choice.

- I'll wrap it up for you.
- Thank you.

What's taking Bill so long?

All right, here comes
the good part.

What do you mean?

Is that what we're eating?

That's disgusting.

Thank you.

Help.

Naomi.

Alvin!

Joyce!

Help.

There's someone hurt.

Abbott's still alive.

Where?

Following the embassy
survivor protocol.

That's what they're
trained to do.

Make sure she doesn't survive.

- What are you hearing, Sally?
- A restaurant blew.

The place looks
like a killing zone.

According to first responders'
radio chatter, it was a bomb.

I'm working on getting
security video feeds.

- Where was the hit?
- Just a few blocks away.

Do we have anyone
in the area?

The visa crew took Bill
to lunch at Gaston's.

Christ. Waring Lane.

Oh, God.

- American Embassy.
- Right, sir.

- How long until this is fully out?
- Hours.

How many?

Four of yours, two waiters,
saleswoman from the glassware shop,

and five passersby.

And more than a dozen wounded.

The blast originated
where your people were seated.

Has anyone claimed
responsibility?

No.

The bomb took out most of the
security cameras near the restaurant.

Don't know how much of
the feed we'll recover.

Is that all of 'em?

We found this in the shop.

Abbott must have been in there
when the bomb went off.

Do you think she's dead?

We can't find her.

Joyce, Robert, Alvin, Naomi,
they're all dead.

Oh, my God.

Bill Talbot was supposed to be
at that restaurant.

He stayed behind
to take a secure link call.

he should be somewhere between
the embassy and the restaurant.

Get a lock on the trackers on
Bill and Kate's IDs right now.

Okay. That was
the search team.

There's still
no sign of Abbott.

So what do we know about her?

Only child,
born and raised in Montana,

parents are deceased.

Stanford University.

Then a two-year scholarship
for graduate studies

at the University of London.

She applied
to the State Department,

scored high enough to get into
the Bureau of Diplomatic Security.

She single-handedly
unraveled a plot

to bomb
the American Embassy in...

Okay, so she knows the city
and she's good at her job.

Tell me something
I don't know.

Well, she's better than good.

London's considered
a senior posting.

She speaks four languages,

three of them being
Russian, Arabic, and Mandarin.

- Wait. She's CIA?
- We don't know.

Okay, until proven otherwise,
we assume Abbott is alive.

That makes her
a material witness

and quite possibly a suspect.

Get her details out to
the police, MI5, the media.

If she's
wandering around injured,

surely a security camera
will pick her up.

No,
she'll know better than that.

But put her friends, especially
that photographer, Lisa Carr,

under surveillance.

Abbott might reach out to her.

I had a lock
on Kate's locator,

Kate knows we're tracking
her embassy ID.

She's following protocol,
heading for the safe zone in the park.

- Talbot's already there.
- I'll be there in two minutes.

- Kate.
- Bill.

- Thank God you're all right. Okay?
- Okay.

- Bill, they're all dead.
- I know, I know.

- All right, come here.
- Bill, I tried to save them.

- There's nothing left.
- Let's walk here.

- I tried to save them.
- I know. Relax.

There was a man with a gun outside.
He almost...

Why couldn't you
have left things alone, Kate?

Now I have no choice.

Kate...

Bill.

Look, look. Over there, see?

Danny! Come here!

Get away!
She's got a gun!

It was an accident.

- He tried...
- Someone call the police!

Somebody help him!

Someone call the police!

Yeah, yeah, Lancaster Gate.
Yeah.

Excuse me.

Damn it.

Witnesses saw
Abbott holding a gun

and Talbot staggering
toward the fountain.

And this time,
we have video evidence.

Please, Paul,
give me a chance to find her.

I'm sorry, Sam.
I have my orders.

Look, I know
that you track your people

using GPS chips in their IDs.

It's how you knew that
Talbot and Abbott were here.

Hang on a second.

- Where's Bill's ID?
- I'm sure we'll find it.

My point is this.

Assuming Abbott still has
her ID, you can find her,

and it's best I'm there
when you do.

The kid's video went viral.

The Home Secretary saw it,
got on to the Foreign Office.

Now she's wanted
for deadly assault

and questioning
in a terrorist incident.

Kate has diplomatic immunity.
You can't touch her.

You know we won't take chances
with people like that, Sam.

Come in.

Who are you?

Trevor. I work with Fred.

I only work with Fred.
Shut the door.

He's ill.
Do you want my help or not?

The signal is active.
You'd better hurry.

What's happening
with those trackers, Sally?

Someone must have
taken Bill Talbot's.

It's moved away from the park.

At the moment, it's stationary
off Russell Square.

There's still
a problem with Kate's.

The tracker must have got
damaged in the explosion.

What's the last location
we have for her?

Lamb's Market
off Curzon Street.

And you're sure
no one else can track her?

Absolutely. Only you and me.

I need to get to her, Sally.

That's exactly what Anderson
is expecting you to do,

and he'll be right behind you
with an SAS team.

Kate knows what to do, Sam.

It's more important
we find Talbot's tracker.

Whoever has it might be able
to tell us

what really happened
in that park.

The fireworks in Dubai.

That was you, right?

Now you can follow

whoever has one of these.

And the second item?

Straight from the lab
used by the security services.

Dials you into their field agent
communication system...

You shouldn't have asked
about Dubai.

on the north side
of Kensington Gardens,

where a short time ago...

The Met has issued a warrant
for Kate's arrest.

...horrific explosion
earlier today

at a popular restaurant
not far from here.

This is Sam Parker.
Leave a message.

God damn it.

And Bill Talbot's tracker fell
off the grid five minutes ago.

...taken by a witness here.

We can show you
these images now.

There is a woman seen running
from the scene...

- Section 5.
- Sally, it's me.

I've been monitoring you,
but your tracker keeps shorting out.

You have to give me
your location, Kate.

Kate?

Kate?

Damn.

Sam, what's going on?
Did you find Talbot's tracker?

- No, just a dead guy.
- What?

Talk to me about Kate.

She called in two minutes ago,

hung up before
I could get a location.

Sam, you need
to get back here.

The Ambassador's
on the warpath.