All language subtitles for Spooks.S06E02.The.Virus.Part.2.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

HE SPEAKS FARSI,
ALARM BLARES

Mehan Asnik. He's dropped off
the radar, according to my source,
that's cos he's coming here.

If he's coming to London,
it's not for the shopping.
Strain E-34.

Incubates in 18 hours, after that,
the carrier coughs up blood,
infects anyone he comes near.

I think your guy in Tehran
just blew upon a case of it.

THEY SCREAM

We know Asnik is carrying
a highly-contagious virus.

Oh, God! 'If we don't find him
in the next few hours,'

that pathogen will start spreading
across London.

TYRES SCREECH

HE COUGHS

They were ambushed.
Asnik and Zaf were taken.

Looks like a snatch-squad -
well-equipped, well-trained.
I'm gonna find Zaf.

I'm gonna find Asnik.
And after that,

we sit down, you and I,
and work out who did this to us.

Don't, he'll infect everyone he
passes! We won't be able to control
it! You'll kill thousands!

Aaargh! So it's finally happened.

After 300 years, a plague is loose
on the streets of London.

Asnik!

Asnik!

HE COUGHS

This man needs help!

COUGHING CONTINUES

Porter, chair!

Doctor!

Let's get some O2 here, please.

He's haemorrhaging - we need
to get him into resuss as
quickly as possible. OK, let's go.

Keep the mask on,
it'll help you breathe.

Yeah, thanks Malcolm.
I can see it now.

Wait! Plague.

HE COUGHS
Plague.

HE COUGHS

Don't anybody go any further, this
hospital's under quarantine! Get
Security to seal all the doors.

Make sure no-body
leaves the building.

Get me Harry.

How are you? I'm fine.

Where's Asnik? In isolation.

He's got about an hour, maybe less.

What about these people?

What's the estimated mortality rate?

Mortality is 94%, but over
a limited number of infection cycles.

The virus goes off like a bomb.
Kills as many people as possible.

And then it quickly mutates.

Leaving the targeted
area safe for invasion.

Adam, the average incubation
period for this virus is 18 hours.

You were infected two hours ago.

No matter what happens today,
in 12 hours, you will be
on this quarantine ward.

SHE SOBS

8% of Greater London.

That's in excess of half a million
people dead inside a week.

Malcolm, we now have to assume
that Zaf and those mercenaries

are infected with the plague. OK.
We're in. Angus Leonard.
Here he is...

This lists a number of
properties in Leonard's name.
Shell Companies. Garages? Lock-ups?

At least half a dozen.
Spread all over London.

There's a secure location under
one of Leonard's company names -
a machine tooling business.

About a quarter of a mile
east of where Adam was injected.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

This way.

Oh, Zaf...

Six of them. And there were
only five mercenaries. Single
shot through the base of the skull.

Soaked with accelerant and burned.
Their bodies were fused together.

It'll take forensics time to
separate them, let alone
identify them.

Until we're sure Zaf was one of the
bodies, we have to concentrate on
this. This is all Copenhagen's work.

He planned for the virus to
be released in Iran, not here.

He's just clearing
up after his own mess.
Whoever he is, we track him down...

Look, right now, anyone who came
within six feet of Mehan Asnik is
a potential carrier of this disease.

22 of them are already here in
quarantine. How many more did he pass
in the street?

We have to locate and identify
every one of them, get them in here
before they become contagious.

'..There's been a mere two hours
since the outbreak of what St
Edwin's Hospital will only confirm

'an "infectious tropical
disease"...'

Just enough to lure them back.
But not scare them away.

OK. Asnik was kicked out here.

The good samaritan picked him up
here. And this is their
route to the hospital.

Less than a quarter mile. These
people passed within transmissible
distance.

Each has been assigned a number. See
what resources you can reassign to
the facial recognition software.

We need those IDs as soon
as possible. Jo, can you liaise
with S019?

Sure. '..As a precaution to report
to main reception for tests.'

We have until midnight
before the Home Secretary
imposes a National Quarantine.

It doesn't matter. Either we
control this thing right now or it
wins. Simple as that.

Harry, the virus was released
in Tehran half a day before
it reached London.

Perhaps they're half
a day closer to solving the problem?

Maybe Anna's heard something inside
the Embassy. She knows who you are.
The woman hates you.

Hate's good. I can use hate.

OK, our first hit. Vector 45.

Karen Dugan, born Ipswich 1963.

Karen Dugan? Yeah.

Could you come with us, please?

No, I'll hold. Please get back to me
straight away,

I need that information as quickly
as possible. What's the position?

So far, S019 and the Met have
picked up 33 out of 97 identified
disease vectors.

They estimate another 20 will be in
custody and quarantined within the
hour. And the others?

All security departments have phone
numbers and credit card details.

Any identified vector makes a call,
or fills their tank, we're
ready to move. What if they don't?

What if they don't make a call
or use their credit card?

Cards on the table, Bob.
We've got a big problem.

Please don't be offended if I
suggest you might be in possession
of the solution.

I wish I was in a position to be
offended, Harry,
but you and I both know I'm not.

We've got wild vectors -
carriers we can't trace.

In 18 hours, the infection rate
will explode. OK.

Yesterday, we flew a sample of this
new guy direct to Washington,

see exactly what we're dealing with.
And it turns out, what I told you
yesterday was correct.

It's of US origin,

strain E-34 and Saddam
had someone cook it up a little,
stir it around... Russians, maybe.

Indians. Hell, the French at a push.

We're working on a therapeutic
vaccine right now,

see if we can't retrofit
the strain we've already got,

and the DNA sequence has gone to
your guys at Porton Down.
But we need time.

We don't have time. 'In the face
of mounting international
concern, the Government

'in Iran continues to maintain
that a "large chemical spillage"

'was responsible for
yesterday's Tehran explosion.

'However, images obtained by the BBC
appear to show emergency personnel
in Nuclear Biological Chemical suits

'moving large numbers of body-bags
into the restricted zone...'

Not here. Follow me.

Ana...

Please sit. No.

This is Mehan Asnik. Iranian.

Yesterday, he arrived in England and
he brought something back with him.

A virus that mimics
pneumonic plague.

Iran acquired it as a weapon
and somehow, God knows how,
it got loose.

It's killing people in Tehran,
as we speak.
And now it's loose in London too.

This is what it does Ana. Look, Ana.

Make the lie big, make it simple,
keep saying it,
and eventually, they'll believe it.

Well, not me, Peter. Adam.
Whatever you are. Not again.

Iran acquired it as a weapon.
They wouldn't have done that
without a fail-safe, a vaccine.

We believe it might be
somewhere in the embassy -
your home.

This is your chance to save
thousands of lives, Ana.
Maybe more.

And what now I'm to consider
you noble? You slept with me.

It's easy to be principled
when there's nothing's at stake.
Principled?

This is your chance to do
something... You mention principles?
You lied to me. You used me. Ana.

My body, that car. Listen. Just
thinking about it makes me want to
throw up. People are going to die.

Innocent people, who don't care
about politics, or religion, or...

or any of the rest of it.
This is your chance to do something
about it. The rest of it?

I'm not going to apologise to you
again, Ana, because you're right.
I'm a liar.

But I am going to ask
for your help again.

I'll beg, if you want me to.

Not if you were dying in the street.

I might be.

I spent time with Asnik yesterday.

I'm infected with this thing too.
It's all right. I'm not of a danger
to you. Not... not yet.

I brought this thing back, Ana.

I didn't mean to, but I did.

How long do you have?

A few hours.

Liar.

If you're lying, I'll find out.

Lying? I don't have time to lie.

We have to find that vaccine.

'In the face of continued
accusations about the illegal

'manufacturing and transporting of
chemical or biological weapons,

'the Iranian government has emitted
strong denials of any wrongdoing.

'In the last few minutes,
a statement from the White House
expressed "grave concerns"

'about the implications of
this catastrophe, and promised
"the sternest of responses"...'

What kind of country
would allow this to happen?

This was done to us, not by us.
And what is Tehran doing to help
these people? Why aren't they

administering a vaccine?
There must be a vaccine.

They wouldn't be fools enough,
would they, to buy the poison and not
the antidote? So many dead.

And all you do is wag your finger.

His last known address was
Parkgate Road. Where does he work?

Malcolm, the un-acquired vector?
11 remaining. Adam, do the
Iranians have the vaccine?

Not sure. Wasn't Ana forthcoming?
No, not yet. It's too early to tell.

What, and we're still
considering her an asset? Yes.

Yes, we are. So where do we go from
here? We may be too late to rein
this thing in.

But somewhere,
someone knows about a therapeutic
vaccine and we have to find them.

Actually, I have a suggestion. Apart
from the Americans who made it,
we know of three countries

capable of modifying Strain
E-34 and re-selling it to Iraq -

France, India and Russia. So,

one of these countries will have
access to the vaccine.

And their
top spies will know about it.

How do we establish who that is?

By asking. By forcing an answer.

What we abduct and threaten
spies from friendly nations? Yes.

That's a very dangerous precedent
to set. Once it starts,
where does it stop?

It won't be pretty.

We'll be leaving British Agents
open to reprisal attacks.

Both home and abroad,
our entire network.

It will be spy on spy. If you want
to agonise, then agonise tomorrow.

Cos unless we respond effectively
to this situation now, we're going to
have half a million dead Londoners

on our conscience. So let's go.

So how long have you got before
you're contagious? Long enough.
Adam...

Seven hours. Do you want to start
keeping your distance?

No.

Excuse me, I need to be home.

I need to see my children.

Excuse me, I need to see
my children...

They'll be fine.
I need to see my children, please.

Did you come alone?
It's what you asked.

Why the secrecy? I need your help.

Just say the word. It's the old
spy's curse, Bob.

I find it hard to believe someone
when I know, if I were in
their place, I'd lie. Harry.

I think you're lying to me.

I think, if you don't have
the vaccine, then you know
where it can be found.

Of course you think that.
I wish you were right. I really do.

I know how to cover my ass, Harry.
If I had the vaccine,
I'd give it to you.

My wife is with me. She lives here.
I'm as scared as you are.
Somehow, I doubt that's true.

MOBILE RINGS

Yeah?

What do you mean "a problem"?
Hey! What the hell is this!?

You're about 89 kilos,
aren't you, Bob?

HE CHOKES

SIRENS WAIL

Don't worry, Bob, you'll be fine...
in about an hour.

Do you have any experience
in this line of work?

I mean, I don't want to make
it sound awful, but it's not
for everyone.

I would not like my daughter to do
this job. I haven't just

hopped off the haycart, Mr Kuznetzov
Then come to me now. Here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right here.

Right now.

Do you want to undress?

Of course not.

I would like you to.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Yes? Really
sorry, I think you dropped this.

No, I don't...

He knows.

Morning, Nirav. How are you?

Good.

Adam, is it? I'm going to ask you
to come with me, Nirav.

Are you armed? No.

I am.

Look...

Agh!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

People have been separated
from their families,

pulled out of workplaces

and in some instances, taken off
the streets. People are
understandably scared.

So, Home Secretary, how do you
respond to the reported
Whitehall leak,

which identifies this "tropical
disease" as an outbreak of MRSA?
Well, obviously...

The MRSA was a fine idea.
Well done.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Home Secretary.
The Russian Delegation is here.

Well, let's get on with it then.

'..It can panic those families
affected by this virus.

'We have medical professionals

'working intensely on each patient,

'and have ensured that no-one
anywhere will be infected.'

Huh! 'And now for a look at
this morning's weather.'

CAR PULLS UP OUTSIDE

You might've called ahead.
I didn't want to spoil the surprise.

By which I can only assume
my calls are still being monitored.

Mmm, this is what they're giving
you to work with these days, is it?

Have you got a minute?

I'm busy.

It'll be a quick minute.

Well, make sure you wipe your shoes.
You too, Malcolm,

come on. Come in from the cold.

So, Harry...

Malcolm, how's the lovely Sarah?
Sarah wasn't to be, I'm afraid.

Ah, well, you were always too good
for her. She had a second-rate mind.

And fat thumbs.

Perhaps she did, at that.

And no new ring
on your finger, Harry.

I can't find one that fits.

Connie, I need your help.

And I suppose the service
thinks I owe it a favour.

No, the debt is owed by the service
to you. It always was. I know that.

As you never failed to mention in
your many letters and phone calls.

Very well then.
Let's get it over with.

Malcolm. I don't want you to see
this. Understood. Thank you.

Bring them in.

One by one, please.

It was a Bio-weapons research
facility...

back in the days when we
called it germ warfare.

The MOD sold me the land
cheap when I "retired".

They like to have washed-up old
Spooks maintaining their more
sensitive properties.

Roomy. This way.

You've really lost it, Harry.

Do you think for one second...
That I'll get away with this?
Come on, Bob.

Do you think I care?

And what exactly is...that?

It's blood, taken from the veins
of a man who died earlier today.

What killed him
is a weaponised virus.

The virus is carried on the air,
in minute particles.

It's called Aerosol Distribution.
You breathe it in and you die...

Unless you've already
been vaccinated.

Or have ready access to the vaccine.

If you do this, my operation
will track you down and kill you.

Then let's hope we both live
long enough for them to be able
to give it a try.

This is a guy...

so morally opposed to extraordinary
rendition. This isn't extraordinary
rendition, Bob. This is kidnap.

And torture. You were never much of
a fan of that, either. We don't like
to call it that, these days.

We don't want to offend anyone.

Jesus Christ, Harry!

The vaccine, Bob?
Because we're almost done here.

Harry...don't do this.

Agh... Don't do this.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

HE CHOKES

You're too young to remember much
about the Cold War.

But my generation,

we lived every day with
the possibility of Armageddon.

End of the world.
The living will envy the dead.

Unlike some, I never had much taste
for it.

Running a few hookers, lifting
a little corporate intelligence.

I like the world like this.

Edik, what are you trying to say?

There is something you should know.

You're not actually going to
let me do this, are you?

I don't know anything
about the vaccine.

Not good enough, I'm afraid.
But I can help, maybe,
with your...missing officer.

Zaf, is his name. No?

He claims a French surveillance
team...witnessed the bodies being
burned. But that Zaf was led away.

He's lying, Ros.

Well, he knows something.
He's a spy. He's got partial
information, he's extrapolating,

It's a trap. They'll be down on you
in five minutes. You're probably
right, Harry. And if that happens,

I'll live with it. But what if he is
trying to buy his freedom, selling
the only thing in his gift?

I haven't administered the virus.
If Cuvier's telling the truth,
it could lead us to Zaf.

That could lead us to whoever
did this to us. Then we can identify
Copenhagen. God knows,

we all wish Zaf was alive.
We all want to deal with Copenhagen.

But operational priority right now
has to be this vaccine.

Harry?

Since maybe six hours ago,
Russia and Britain have been
negotiating a price for the vaccine.

What?

Do you really know nothing about it?
Two choices, Edik.

My time is very short.

Either you tell us where the
vaccine is...or we make you.

We don't want to do that.
But we will.

Believe me.

The vaccine is already here.

But if I help you, Russia will
kill me, and also you.

So?

According to Kuznetzov, the Home
Secretary's already negotiating with
the Russians to secure the vaccine.

That's good, isn't it?

They're refusing to meet
Russia's terms.

What terms?

What could they possibly be asking
for with so many lives at stake?

Something too big to concede.

What, I don't know,
and nor does Kuznetzov.

It's a cabinet to cabinet thing.
Red telephones. All the rest of it.

Politicians. You're really in troubl
this time, aren't you? I've ordered
the kidnapping and attempted murder

of four foreign spies,
including a key man of the CIA.

All this to source a vaccine the
government may already have secured

without deigning to tell
its own security services.
Same old thing, eh?

Between the devil
and the deep blue sea.

So what will you do?

I can't risk my officers on
Kuznetzov's uncorroborated word.

I've nothing up my sleeve.

You won't let them hear that?

I don't care how you feel,

to them, you're Harry Pearce, the
still point of the turning world.

And you won't let them
see you like this.

All right. The Russians might have
the vaccine. Whitehall might be
gambling with British lives.

So let's take control of this thing.

We take Kuznetzov at his word.
If he's lying, we deal with it,
then we look somewhere else.

If that falls through, we look
somewhere else, until we get our
hands on the vaccine. Agreed?

They'll have your head, Harry.

Malcolm? Connie.
Where are you? Harry's scared stiff.

Hush. I need you to do something
for me. Oh, no, no, Connie, Connie.

I would if I could. But today
is not the day for asking. Yes, yes.

I need you to do something about my
security clearance. It's suspended,
you know. I can't do that!

Yes, you can, Malcolm.
I mean, all I need is, say...

level four. Just to get me through
the door. A monkey could do that,
couldn't it? A monkey?

In about a minute, I'm going
to swan into the Home Office.

If I don't have clearance, they'll
arrest me. So do get on with it.

Come on! Come on! Come on...

Please, please, please come on.

Malcolm. I need details of the
Home Secretary's Confidential PA.

You mad old fool,
you'll get yourself shot.

Maggie? Maggie Dibdin?

May I? Er, yes.

Maggie, my name's Bernice.

I'm from Human Resources.
I'm afraid you have to call home.
Home? Why? What's happened?

Nobody's been hurt. Wee Josh
is quite all right. Josh? He's fine.

I know your boss is in and out
every two seconds.

So if you want more privacy to call
home, you're quite at liberty to use
my office. It's on the second floor.

Chop, chop. Yes, thank you.

Where's Maggie? I'm afraid Maggie's
been called away, Home Secretary.

Personal Emergency.
We've called for a replacement.

Do we... Have we met?

Several times, yes.

Well, uh, just let me know
when the replacement's here,
the moment she arrives.

And we need some more
drinks in there, please. Absolutely.

Stop the car.

What...what's wrong?

Harry was right... Zaf's gone.

He's gone. And anyway, do you think
he'd want you risking the operation
like this for his sake?

Do you think he'd want you
risking yourself?

You'd be out there all alone, Ros.
No support, no backup.

And what happens if we lose the
trail and we can't pick it up?

Can you live with the thought of
leaving Zaf out in the field?
I'm not sure I can, Adam.

I'm going to call
French Intelligence.

It's the only lead we've got.
I need you.

I need you.

No, you don't.

VIOLENT COUGHING

Adam?

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

We're in this together.

So, I think it's maybe time
to go get the vaccine.

The Home Secretary has talked about
the need for calm following the news

of at least one death,
with several more patients critical

as the MRSA crisis deepens. Several
hundred have now been quarantined,

but it's feared that the superbug
has now spread into the wider
population.

The health services have been
forced to issue a list of symptoms
the public should be aware of.

These include flu-like symptoms,
with more experiencing
respiratory discomfort.

Aching joints, a rise in body
temperature...

You need to come with me.
It's all right, I'm fine.
You really have to leave now.

It'll be all right. Come on.
I need to get you to the isolation
ward. There's nothing wrong with me.

Tell Magritte,
Yves hopes she's well.

'Stay on this number.'

What's going to happen?

Let's get you on a bed.

What are my chances?

The doctor's coming.

Can I see my family? Children?
The kids?

For 20 years, the antidote has been
buried in Highgate cemetery.

But since this opportunity arose,
the Russian operation in
London has moved it.

All day, the antidote has been
passing from officer to officer.

Safe from detection, and ready for
quick delivery... when our terms
are met.

But when you call it in, won't they
know something's wrong?

Darling, I'm a senior officer. If
I order the vaccine brought to me,
they obey. How long will that be?

Fast, if they believe me.

If not, they kill us.

CLANG! >

You have Yves.
You understand that I want him back.

And do you have Zaf?
No. No, we don't have Zaf.

So. I hear the CIA is
very concerned for its man. Bless.

You know, I can't recall the last
time an allied nation behaved in
such a way towards its own.

The repercussions don't concern you?

The fallout? Spy versus spy?

Not disproportionately, no.

Angus Leonard. The mercenary.
We've been watching him. Why?

Rumblings of a
coup in French Polynesia.

Leonard was to lead it, we think.
This is your officer

Zaf, yes? Do you know
who your enemies are, Ros?

Well, apparently, today it's someone
called Copenhagen. Not today, now,
this minute, but historically.

Do you know who your
real enemies are?

I think I've got a pretty
good idea, yes. If that were so,

you wouldn't need my help
to find your officer.

Release our man, unharmed,

tonight. I'll give you what you need.

Give me what I need, and we'll
release your man. Hmm. And now I
suppose we'll have to wonder...

who wants what, more?

You have my number...evidently.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

THUMPING ON DOOR

Spasibo. So wait for me here.

< RAISED VOICES

What did you say to them? Passwords.

Codes. No pleasantries.

Put the box here.

ENGINE RUNS

ENGINE STOPS

Adam! The engine's stopped.
I think they're coming back.

Have you passed on an alert...
Hey, hey, hey, hey. I told you...

no lies. No lies. They must have
been alerted to my disappearance.
I swear.

We're blown. You take the vaccine.
I'll keep them at bay... No.

You need to get that vaccine to the
hospital. And you need to take it as
soon as possible. Just go!

Go!

HE PANTS

Edik, I need your help, for both our
sakes. What? On your knees. Knees?
Yeah.

I know what you're doing now.

COCKS GUN
STOP!

You can shoot me if you like, but
I'll take your senior officer
with me.

Actually, she's not lying.
I swear to God.

HE PANTS

Where's the case?

I SWEAR TO GOD! I SWEAR TO GOD!

THUMP!
Agh!

You, go.

You took your time.
Now, the gun, please.

Agh! What do you take me for? Moscow
want a word with you, Edik.

He's curious what other operational
secrets you might've given up.

What happened to the case?

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Drive! Drive! Just drive!

I'm an MI5 Officer. Take me to
St Edwin's Hospital.
DIALS PHONE

Malcolm!
How soon can we get an armed
response team to Jo's position?

We can't get an armed response
there in less than eight minutes.

Get bodies there in numbers as
quickly as possible...
ENGINE ROARS

MOBILE RINGS

Jo? Unfortunately, no.

Bring it back. Bring what back?

HE LAUGHS

SHE SCREAMS

Bring back the antidote
or she will be shot.

I'm not coming back, no
matter what you do so... why do it?
What's the point?

You have two minutes... I'll never
make it. Five minutes! Five minutes!

Give me five minutes.
You have two minutes.

OK. Don't do anything. I'm...
I'm turning round. I'm coming.

Please, just don't do anything.

Should I turn round? Just keep going.

You know he's not coming back.

He is coming back.

DIALS PHONE

Malcolm... How long until SO19 get
there? You're not turning back.

No Malcolm, I'm not turning back...

How soon..
SO19? On their way. In time? No.

Get me the Home Secretary.

One of my officers is about to die
doing her duty.

Use what leverage you have with the
Russians and get them to call off
their dogs.

How? By doing what?

Say anything for now, agree a
price... any price, just get them
to stop.

PHONE RINGS

I'm almost there! I'm two minutes
away at most. Time is up. Please
don't hang up... Don't hang up!

Don't kill her!
Don't kill her, don't...

He's a cold one, your friend.

The benefits of a
public school education.

Nevertheless, I am sorry.

Alexi! Alexi...

there is no need to do this.

Killing her doesn't help
leverage the situation, does it?

"Leverage the situation"!
You've been in London too long.

You're not thinking like a field
agent who I know you are. Please
don't do it.

Think, use your brain!
Don't presume to order me, Edik!

I'm not ordering you. Please listen
to me. Shut up! Just LISTEN to me!

Shut up!! Listen to me please...

I don't think so, Alexi.

Edik? Edik? Edik?

I said, "I don't think so, Alexi!"

Are you OK?
HE WHEEZES

Go to the hospital, you need to
check in.

I'll get help.

So close, huh?

Pretty close.

John...

Thank God...

You OK?

I'm still here.

You?

Still here.

Jo...

..it was a difficult thing to do.

But it was the right thing.

I know that.

I just wanted to
see if you'd say that to my face.

She's scared.
It's frightening knowing we'd all
make the same choice.

I'm hungry. I can't remember the
last time I ate, I could cook.

Yeah, right. Well, I cook!

I know...

..OK, come back to mine and I'll
throw something together. If I can
find anything in the fridge.

MOBILE RINGS

It's Ana.

It worked, then.

She's an asset.

Yeah, I suppose so. You know
you can't trust her, don't you?

You can't trust her,
because she's in love with you.

I wouldn't call it that.
Call it what you like, Adam,

it makes her unpredictable.

Just be careful.

I'm always careful.

MOBILE RINGS

Take the call.

Ana!

Yeah..

me too... Of course...

That'll be great.

I'll let you know where.

Bob...

I'm sorry.

See you around, Harry.

Documented proof of what the
Government considered to be
acceptable British casualties.

Thousands of people dead if
you hadn't found that vaccine.

Which means, you've got
them where you want them...

for five minutes.

Now, the uh... the men who were in
my boarding house. We got them out
the way we got them in.

They'll never know where they were,

you're safe. Besides which, Connie,
you're no use to
me stuck at the back of beyond,

feeding the geese and mucking out the
pigs. I need you where you belong.

Back on the Grid.

I'm long past all that.

The service has already chewed me up
and spat me out once. Never again.

You can consider that history
permanently and officially erased.

I need you, Connie.

Malcolm needs you.

I don't want some cold-eyed
fast-track postgraduate on the Grid.

I need someone I can really,
really trust.

Well...

I'll give it my
urgent consideration.

'Around one hundred
patients were taken in today
and treated for the virus.

' Many of whom have since
complained about their
treatment whilst in quarantine.

'All have now shown a full recovery.
The Home Secretary...'

This leads to a dead end, Ros. The
French don't know where
Zaf is any more than we do.

We know that wasn't Zaf's
body on that bonfire. What?

I've heard from forensics.

The sixth body, the one we took to
be his. It was some
poor vagrant Shot in the head...

and piled on to make up the numbers.
Whoever's got Zaf, I think
they're keeping him alive.

I'm going to follow
up the Magritte lead

to see if it leads to Copenhagen.
Have you spoken to Harry?
Harry will nix it, you know that.

WATER RUNS

Go. I'll cover for you for
24 hours. After that,
it becomes official, yeah?

I know. Thanks, Adam.

Take care.

GLASS BREAKS
Ow! Shit! Shit! Shit!

One more incident with Iran's
fingerprints on it -

we won't be able to restrain the
Americans.

ALERT BLEEPS
Some sort of cargo plane's come down
near the American base.

Reports of a collision - witnesses
describe an object, possibly a
missile.

That wasn't my doing. Bob, we're
close to the edge here.

Agh!

The British bombed your train.

Any idea where Ros is? I've got a
lead on Zaf.

You wanted to find where your friend
Zaf is.

Zaf is already dead.

GUNSHOT

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