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Oh, please God, no!

Alice! Oh, God, Alice.

Alice?

Alice.

- (ALICE COUGHS) No... - Alice, Alice... It's Max Raban, you all right?

Oh, God, please don't ever, ever put your mouth near my face again!

- I was giving you the kiss of life. - Next time let me die.

- You all right? - Yeah, Jesus get off me!

Right, right, right, right!

- Did he get the list? - I'm not sure. I'd already put it in the bin.

Oh... have you deciphered any of the other names?

- I haven't had time. - We need to know who they're planning to kill.

You don't know for certain it's a death list.

The man who attacked you - Blake - says he's anti-terror.

- Have you seen him before? - He was at Hagan's seminar talking to Daniel.

There's your link to Defence Concern!

He ordered my wife to be killed.

He missed it. Get dressed, we need to go.

What is it they think I know?

That they're behind God's Fist, the death squad.

I don't know who they are, or what they are.

It's made up of ex-soldiers and rogue elements within the security forces

who've taken it upon themselves to protect our way of life.

- It's funded by the Validus Group. - Then Hagan knows?

Hagan believes the role of government is perpetual war, it's his idea.

- And Daniel? - He seems to be drawing up the list for them,

letting them channel money through Defence Concern.

Your think-tank is actually Murder Incorporated.

You're asking me to believe Daniel ordered a man to kill me?

- Believe it. - I'll tell you what I know.

The last source who got involved with you ended up swinging from a light flex.

- I'll speak to Daniel. - Do that and you're dead.

"We must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence whether sought or..."

"...by the military-industrial complex." Eisenhower's speech.

Then accept the facts.

I need some light.

Look, I'm sorry. I know Defence Concern means a lot to you.

You've worked for what you believed in, but it's a load of bollocks.

- Is that an apology? - It's as close as I get.

Yeah, well, Defence Concern is not iust a good cause, it's the right cause.

We need to defend ourselves. We have enemies. Haven't you noticed?

What's the greatest threat to democracy? Extremism.

Islamists don't have the monopoly on that.

We need to bring this out into the open. There's more at stake here than just us.

Let me see the list again.

Wait a minute.

The last one, at the bottom, after Mamood Asir,

I think it uses the same substitute cipher as the first, as Reza Danush.

I'm almost flattered.

Right, we need to phone Mamood Asir, arrange a meeting and warn him.

- You stay here, I'll speak to him. - Sure you don't want me to come?

You're wanted for murder.

The Inns of Court isn't the best place for you to be.

So what exactly should I say?

Just tell him the truth. That he's on a death list.

He won't believe me. You know that.

Even if he doesn't, it might make him think twice.

You could be saving his life.

It's OK, it's OK.

It's OK.

Move your car!

(MOUTHS)

OK.

We're wasting our time.

What's wrong? You look terrible.

I'm just having a major panic attack.

Well, have one later.

So what did he say?

I mentioned Defence Concern and he looked shell-shocked. Any other ideas?

Next time, don't mention Defence Concern.

Did you open that?

- No. - Did you touch my CDs?

No.

Well, don't touch anything you don't have to, all right?

Now what?

We need to find the trophy disc. It's the only sure-fire proof this group exists.

And how do we do that?

Well, I think I know who has it. I just don't know where she is.

Oh, well, that's helpful.

Come on, we need somewhere to stay.

No way, Max, you're all over the papers, they're gonna throw me out of the country.

No, no, please, please Kirsta. Please. Just a few hours, you know.

It's the last time I'll ask.

We... We can pay.

- Did I ask for money? - No, no, please. Please.

So who is she?

- Er... that's um... Alice. - Alice Ross.

- Thanks for letting us stay. - I don't remember saying yes, yet.

Alice works for Defence Concern the group I'm investigating.

- What are you, exactly? - A policy adviser.

She's a policy adviser.

Is she your lover?

(LAUGHS)

No, she's not my physical type.

She can have my bed, then.

Well, no, I'll be fine in a chair.

- It's OK. - No, no, really. I-I couldn't take your bed.

It's OK, I'll change the sheets.

- Well, I'm... I am not that tired. - Does she think that I'm a prostitute?

No, I assure you I do not think you are a prostitute.

- Is that what you told her? - She doesn't think that. Relax.

She's just anal, she's got that OCD thing.

No, I haven't.

I-I just like my things around me. I like order, the familiar - that's all.

Anyway, who are you to talk?

You're totally dysfunctional, sweating like a pig as soon as you see sunshine. You're absurd.

- Well, at least I admit it. You're still in denial. - I have nothing to deny!

- No man will ever put up with you. - Good, I don't want them to. Men are a burden.

And you can lay all the problems of this world at their door.

- I absolutely and totally agree. - So a threesome's out of the question?

Um... you take the sofa, you'll be more comfortable.

Oh, yeah, I'll sleep well. It's not as if I've got anything to worry about.

What do you want - a medal? You're doing what any decent person would do.

Oh, am I? I'm not so sure.

That's what pisses me off about people like you, no long-term memory.

Years of struggle for equality and free speech, from the Peterloo Massacre to the Suffragettes,

and you don't wanna protect it.

- That's exactly what I'm doing! - By appeasing a bunch of Islamic fascists?

My brother is out there putting his life on the line for people like you.

They killed my wife.

So this is about revenge?

Revenge doesn't come close.

What's so urgent?

The boys are nervous.

This Elliott thing's freaked them out.

I'm worried. They're not handling the stress.

If they can't hack it, get rid of them.

Well, how do I keep them quiet?

- They talk... - That's your problem.

Wait. Wait, I can't.

They're our people.

We knew there had to be sacrifices, didn't we?

I won't do it.

These guys trust me, I got them into this.

That's right.

I want out.

This whole thing is fucked up.

It certainly is.

Mmm. It's time to go.

What?

I remembered there was a prescription for Methadone in Lucy Elliott's flat.

- Time to go, come on. - OK.

Look, if God's Fist can't find her what makes you think you can?'

I do this for a living, remember?

If she takes methadone for a habit,

her prescription will have a designated pharmacy, OK?

That may be so, but there are a trillion different diseases you could get from those bins,

some we haven't even heard of yet.

I must say, you do go about your work with a certain "je ne sais quoi".

Glad you find this funny. If they get to her first, she's dead, so's her kid.

Wait, wait.

Ha-ha, got it.

Find the chemist, then we wait.

Come on.

- Are you OK? - I'm fine.

- Do you have medication? - I said I'm fine.

Does it help if it gets cloudy?

- Is that supposed to be funny? - No, I just...

I just wondered, that's all.

No, but thanks.

It's a bit like um...

Bit like agoraphobia, isn't it? But, well, not as bad.

Not as bad?

Yeah, well, you can go out at night. I mean, an agoraphobic can't go out at all.

It's all relative.

She's here. There.

Shit, she's on her own.

Now, the video's on a disc, it's in her kid's toy.

MAX: There she goes, across the road.

- Right here, right. - I can't turn right.

Do you want the police to stop me?

Oh, no entry. Next right, then right again.

Yes, right again.

- Do you see her? - No.

Where is she? You've lost her!

I haven't lost her. She was in that road. She'll probably be at the end somewhere.

- Oh, where shall I go, right or left? - Left.

- Left, left. - Yes, I know, I'm going left.

- Oh, yeah, she's over there. - OK, pull in, pull in here.

MAX: OK. Stay here.

- Keep the engine running, yeah? - Yeah.

(KNOCKING)

(STEP CREAKS)

You look bad, mate. You all right?

I'm looking for Lucy.

Do you need some gear?

- Yeah. - No problem, I'll sort you out.

She's in there, having a kip.

OK.

(DROWSILY) What are you doing?

Give me that!

Oi! Oi.

Oi!

- Hey, what's going on? - (SHOUTING)

- Come back! - No!

LUCY: It's all I've got!

It's all I've got! They'll kill me!

They'll kill me!

No!

No.

No!

We need to see what's on this right away.

- Help, help! - OK, lie there and shut the fuck up.

- Danush. - (SILENCED GUNSHOT)

- Shit! - Christ!

You wanted him dead, didn't you?

The bullet's still in his head. They can trace it, you arsehole!

How the fuck do we get it out?

What are you doing? Turn it off.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me!

We have to make sure that disc is safe in case anything happens to us.

People need to see it.

It just proves they existed. It doesn't give us a link to Hagan.

Well, then... maybe we need to take direct action.

Hagan.

Cut off the serpent's head.

I need to see my daughter first.

I want to get her a present. Get in the car.

(LOW CHATTER)

It's... It's too risky, Max.

They can't stay inside all day.

Max. Max!

(LOW CHATTER)

Martha. Martha.

Martha, Martha, Martha!

Martha, it's me. It's Daddy. Kick the ball over here.

It's Daddy.

Kick it here, come on.

So... how you doing, sweetheart? You OK?

Why didn't you come and get me?

I couldn't. I wanted to but I... I couldn't.

Aunty Di said that Mummy had an accident, that she died.

- Is that true? - Yeah.

Yes, it is true but...

You know, she's er... she's always watching over you, keeping an eye on you.

She'll always be with you, right?

Look, I'm...

I can't stay but er... I want you to have this.

But promise me... promise me you won't open it until your birthday, OK?

- OK. - OK.

Come here.

Aunty Di says that you're ill, that it wasn't your fault, not really.

No... Aunty Di's upset.

You know? We all are.

But I haven't done anything bad, OK?

You remember that.

Whatever people say, trust me, OK?

It's a conspiracy, right?

Like JFK.

Yeah, that's right.

That's exactly what it's like.

Look, I have to go, but I'm coming back for you, OK?

I am coming back for you, darling. Come here.

AUNTY DI: Martha?

- Don't go, please! - Come on.

- Come on, let's hide this from Aunty. - Martha?

Martha?

Quick now, they're calling you now. Off you go.

Go. I love you. Go.

Martha?

Go on, go!

- What are you doing? - I couldn't find my ball.

Oh, come on.

You OK?

This is all down to Hagan.

Walk to your car.

- What do you think you're doing? - Right now, or I will kill you here.

Do as he says.

We've got the disc with Danush's murder on it.

I want you to make a full confession - that and the disc will blow this thing wide open.

And what thing is this, exactly?

God's Fist!

But I have no absolutely no idea what you are talking about.

- Alice, what are you doing with this man? - This is not up for debate.

You will go to the police,

tell them you are funding a secret death squad

and you are being backed by the Validus Group.

You will tell them a member of that death squad killed my wife,

and tell them his name was Elliott and he committed suicide on the 24 bus.

- They'll put me in a straitjacket. - Enough.

The truth or I'll put a fucking bullet in your head!

Hagan's channeling money from Validus through Defence Concern to fund God's Fist.

He wants to create conflict.

Conflict creates wealth, and they don't just fund God's Fist,

they fund Islamic groups as well, to fan the flames,

to keep the war on terror alive and well.

But for me this is... is just about protecting our Christian democratic way of life,

you know that.

For Hagan it's just business.

- How do I prove that? - You can't, they've covered their tracks.

There's no paper trail, it would be like climbing a stair of sand.

- Where is he? - Hagan?

- I have no... - Where is he?

He's in his hotel.

The London Regent.

- Get in. (RUSTLING)

Get in!

Drive him about till I call you.

Don't do what I think you're going to, it won't change anything.

Yes, it will.

Max?

What about the disc?

If anything should happen to me, Jimmy Kerrigan, my news editor.

Ground floor covered.

We still running to schedule?

Yeah, Hagan's leaving by the basement door in the next five minutes.

- Can I help you? - Stay where you are, don't move.

- Put the gun down, sir. - I will shoot you.

- I told you to put the gun down. - I mean it.

Urgh!

(WHIMPERS)

Mr Hagan's leaving now.

Move and you're both dead.

Listen to him.

Put the gun down, Mr Raban, let's talk.

About what? The fact that you killed my wife?

I can assure you, Mr Raban, I did not kill your wife.

Stay where you are.

HAGAN: Mr Raban seems confused.

I'm telling the truth.

If I'm guilty of anything it's of trying to protect you and your cherished freedoms.

God's Fist isn't trying to protect anything. Conflict means profits, right?

It's the way of the world.

You can either harness chaos to your own advantage or get swamped by it,

but we are on the same side.

BLAKE: It's OK, it's OK.

He doesn't have the guts. Do you?

What?

Even after we killed your wife, you don't have the guts.

What are you saying?

You just can't pull that trigger.

When it comes to the crunch, you bottle it, Like you did with that woman Helen McVay.

- Blake, shut up! - You've a chance to cut off the serpent's head.

You still can't do it, can you?

Cut off the serpent's head.

- Can you? - He was at Hagan's seminar talking to Daniel.

They've got plans for you, mate. Big plans.

The Defence Secretary's having an affair with an erotic dancer.

We need dirt.

COSGRAVE: Hagan's channeling money from Validus,

through Defence Concern to fund God's Fist.

This is all down to Hagan. Cut off the serpent's head.

You want this.

You want me to kill him.

You...

Leave it!

What's going on?

(GUNSHOT)

Somebody call an ambulance!

Hagan's been shot.

We need an ambulance!

Hagan's dead.

But Raban isn't,

He's missing.

It's done.

Hagan dead at the hands of a lone gunman with links to Iran.

(LAUGHTER) It's just what we wanted.

You did the right thing.

And er... and Raban?

Well, he's still alive, unfortunately.

Still, you have the disc?

(PUNCHES IN NUMBER)

- Mamood Asir. - Mr Asir?

How did your meeting with Alice Ross go?

Who is this?

I'm with Defence Concern.

It's a follow-up call on your meeting with Miss Ross yesterday.

I'm sorry, I don't know anyone called Miss Ross.

You spoke to her. She came to see you at the Inns of Court?

No, I'm sorry, I never saw anyone yesterday. I was in court all day.

You must be mistaken.

TV: And some shocking news just breaking.

Ex-US Secretary of Defence Donald Hagan has been assassinated.

The senior US statesman and Vietnam War hero

has been fatally wounded as he left his hotel at the start of his return...

(TV OFF)

You set me up.

You shouldn't have come here, Max.

The defence cuts were a disaster for God's Fist, they needed another 9/11.

Hagan's assassination would achieve that for them. Right so far?

Nobody's gonna listen to you, Max. Nobody.

They were even willing to sacrifice the man that created them.

You knew the minute you told me to forget about the Validus Group, I'd do the opposite.

You had the Slovenian girl plant the fax in the Defence Secretary's bin.

Why me, Jimmy?

You were the ideal candidate, Max.

Paranoid,

desperate for a conspiracy story, ideal to manipulate.

You didn't let us down, did you? You made the perfect assassin.

Oh, it's high risk, sure.

Elliott nearly screwed the whole thing up by topping himself but it's worked.

(TV ON) - Just look.

We know who this journalist is. We have proof of direct links with the Iranian Secret Service.

But how can you talk about defence cuts after this?

Worked like a dream, eh?

When did you become like them?

Like them?

Max, for years I listened to your self-righteous rants and let you look down on me.

But we both know you looked after number one, eh?

Look at Helen.

- Look at what you did to Helen. - You can't compare this...

Out of everyone we knew, she was the best, the brightest, the most courageous.

Max, she had a real future and you came and took it away from her.

You think I forgave you?

Look on the bright side, though...

You finally got yourself a real conspiracy.

And the mood in Washington... is grim.

If Iran is involved in this assassination,

when the President expects the British Prime Minister to take a very hard line.

The President's view is that recent UK defence cuts must stop.

It's thought he will encourage the UK to step up their military presence in the Middle East

and stand firm with the US in taking direct action on the Iranian situation.

Thank you for that, Madeleine.

We will go over shortly to Downing Street where the Prime...

- Destroy the disc, will you? - Daniel?

- The PM's gonna make a speech about Iran. - Daniel, it's a...

This is exactly what we want. He has to do something or the Americans...

It's a girl band!

His daughter's got it.

He must have swapped the disc.

(DIALS NUMBER)

Blake, Raban's daughter's got your trophy disc. Get it back.

(MOBILE RINGS)

He didn't trust me.

When did they get to you?

Just before you resigned, right?

Look, I'm sorry about your wife.

I'm sorry about Majid Danush, but this wasn't the time to sit on the fence.

Our boys are dying every day out there.

My brother is not coming home in a cardboard coffin because of people like you, Max.

I had to choose.

I chose my brother,

I chose my country - I did the right thing.

Did you?

(COINS RATTLE IN SLOT)

(PUNCHES IN NUMBER)

(MOBILE RINGS)

Hi.

Here, keep an eye on that guy for us, I'm gonna go and make a call.

Argh!

(MOANS)

Argh! Argh...

(PHONE RINGS) - Hello?

I'm here. She's safe.

Thank you.

Hello. Mercy, isn't it?

It's Louise, and we don't sell alcohol after ten.

Oh, I'm not buying it, I'm stealing it.

Fine with me, it ain't my wine.

How's life, anyway? Still shit?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

Can I borrow your mobile, please, Louise?

Just for a minute?

Sure.

(SIRENS)

(RINGTONE)

Armed police. Stand still, do not move!

(TEXT ALERT)

I repeat, do not move. Stand still.

(TEXT ALERT)

Lock your fingers, palms up, on top of your head,

or we fire.

Do you understand?

I repeat, lock your fingers, palms up, on top of your head, or we fire.

Do you understand?

You have ten seconds to do as I ask.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five...

(TEXT ALERT) - ...four,

three, two,

- one! (GUNS COCK)

(SHOUTING AND SCREAMING FROM COMPUTER)

(GUNSHOT)

What's going on?

ELLIOTT: Shit! BLAKE: Christ!

You wanted him dead, didn't you?

The bullet's still in there, they can trace it, you arsehole!

TV: Images broadcast on the internet... - Daniel.

...apparently show the murder of Majid Danush

by what can only be described as a death squad.

Links with Pungus Dei, or God's Fist as these vigilantes are known,

have already been made to rogue officers from our own security services

and there is the suggestion that the policy group Defence Concern may also be involved.

(SIRENS, SHOUTING)

(COMMOTION)

Daddy!

Dad!