All language subtitles for Spooks.S06E03.The.Kidnap.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

Strain E-34. Incubation - 18 hours,
then the carrier infects anyone
he comes near.

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

They don't know how the virus
was on the train, or that
we blew up the train.

That's something. If the world
learns we unleashed a bio weapon
in Tehran,

the consequences will be
catastrophic. We're watching the
Iranian Special Consul via his wife.

She's half-English. The Special
Consul met her in London,

she's not very popular in Tehran.
You are in Iranian diplomatic
territory now.

This is Iran.

Iran does not respond well
to invasion.

GUNSHOT

Zaf's gone. He's gone.

Can you live with leaving a man in
the field? Cos I'm not sure I can.

I need you. No, you don't.

If he's telling the truth, it could
lead us to Zaf - that could lead us
to Copenhagen.

Do you know who
your real enemies are?

Apparently, today, it's someone
called Copenhagen.
GUNSHOT

Ow! Shit!

Mr Hogan. Special Consul.

Tell your friends in Washington
to clip their hawks' wings.

My President views
the secret production

of materials banned by the Geneva
convention in a very dim light.

And yet, if it was shown to
the world that the exposure of this
biological agent by the train bomb

was the work of the CIA,
then we may not be able to restrain
the Iranian secret service.

It's fortunate for you that
I consider your threats idle.

But seeing as you seem so keen to
find the culprit,

let me enlighten you -

the British bombed your train.

SHE SCREAMS

Any idea where Ros is?
Following a lead on Zaf.

I forbade any harebrained
searches. Did you think I
wouldn't notice she was gone?

No, I knew you wouldn't authorize it
For good reason.

If it was me, I would hope somebody
would do the same thing.

I will pursue with vengeance
anyone who acts against my people.

But I will not risk losing
anyone else, nor will you.

One more incident with
Iran's fingerprints on it,

we won't be able to
restrain the Americans

and we'll be looking down the
barrel of another war in the Gulf.

'Hal 167 cargo,'

turn left
heading 260 degrees,
climb flight level one niner zero.

Roger Tower. Hal 167,

turning left.

Tower, we have a malfunction.

Requesting... Engine failure!

Losing air space. Request an
emergency landing. Come in, Tower.

SOUND CUTS OUT

Try them again.

Hal 167,
this is Chartwell radar.

Call Search and Rescue.

TELEPHONE RINGS
Yeah?

Where did it come down?

SIRENS WAIL

Some sort of cargo plane's come down
right near the American base
at Halesworth.

Local reports are of a
collision or a shooting down,

witnesses describe some sort
of object, or missile.

Any noises from the Americans at the
base? Not yet. It's MOD land.

But in the light
of threats to civilian aviation
we've been receiving...

Only a couple of days ago,
there was the prospect of
peace - fragile but real.

Let's pray to God this
is not the Iranians.

There's been no unusual chatter
or traffic from the embassy.

I've a routine pickup from my embassy
source. I can bring it forward.

Find out if there's any
of this their end.

MOBILE RINGS

Was that OK?
'The brush past was perfect.

'But this call is probably
being monitored by dozen
international security agencies.'

In this trade, it always
serves to be careful.

'I'm sorry.

'So why did you pick it up
if it was a risk?'

I'm still learning.

'Well, then, you be careful.'

Moments after the cargo plane
disappeared, another pilot reported
taking evasive action to avoid

an unidentified object that didn't
appear on radar.

But there are no other reports
of another plane missing or damaged?
Not yet.

A cargo plane downed
and three crew-men dead.

Not a very impressive
tally for a terror target.

Is it conceivable that a UK
plane is shot down deliberately
to crash into a US base?

Well, access to the perimeter of
Halesworth is relatively easy.

The base is home to a permanent
encampment of UFO freaks.
Our very own Area 51.

The possibility of
infiltration is why we're
keeping an eye on them.

Could there really be a
terrorist among the Ufologists

firing anti-aircraft missiles up at
passing traffic? It's a possibility.

I've told the Home Secretary
grounding all flights would be
playing into the terrorists' hands.

We need to find out who's behind
this and if they'll strike again.

I've contacted the Defence
Intelligence Agency.

They're already liaising with
the Americans. Meaning they're
claiming an exclusive?

Get hold of Sheridan.
I know all your cronies, Harry.

The story is Sheridan
has been taken ill.

The MOD are freezing us out.

They know something.

Malcolm, you're going to Halesworth.

To liaise? Undercover. I want
you to look at the crash site.

Then pay a visit
to your UFO friends.

Your contacts
there are invaluable.

Anything from Iran?
We're going through the documents
my Iranian source provided now.

It's little more than a visitors'
book, but there seem to be no
new faces at the Embassy.

I suspect the MOD are
covering for a security breach.

We need to know what's
happened before any fingers
are pointed at Iran.

Perfect day to be a man down.

Connie, delay the Home Secretary.

We don't report in until we find out
what's going on with the Iranians.

PHONE DIALLING
Ros,
get back to me as soon as you can.

All hell's breaking loose here.

Just...

Just let me know if you're OK.

MEN SHOUT

Who are you?

Oh, it's you.

You wanted to find out
where your friend Zaf is.

Track down this evil "Copenhagen"?

I get the impression
you're not here to help.

Why bring me to Denmark?

We want to find out something.

I'm not telling you anything.

About Harry Pearce? Adam Carter?

No, we know all about them.

What, then?

Aren't you meant to ask me
questions? Isn't that why I'm here?
No.

Then what am I doing here?

Good grief.

Apparently, you're already late for
your annual psychological profile.

The shrink's waiting downstairs.

Welcome to the new caring,
sharing security services.

She said to remind you that after
two postponements, they have
powers to suspend you.

Apres moi, la deluge.

How many times have I missed? Five.

Please apologise to her for me
and try to use all your powers to
persuade them that I am still sane.

Get down there
or you will be suspended.

Jo, we need to find out everything
the MOD know about this downed plane
at Halesworth. Who do you know?

Ummm... I had a boyfriend
in MOD intelligence.

But you already knew that, didn't
you? I want you to arrange
to see him.

The MOD are holding out on us.
Will he get in trouble?

Only if he tells us stuff we already
know. No, I mean with the MOD.
He'll have to ask them that.

What's in it for him?

What is it men always want - I
forget? Adam, you can't seriously...!
No, there isn't time.

Take a look at this,
see what you can use.

You know he lied to
me about being married?

Sounds like payback time to me.

Pleasure... Cricket.

Longing for... Summer.

Hiding from...

Aliens.

Alone... Scarlet.

Reward.

Chocolate Buttons.

Missing... Something.

Someone. Just one word.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry. I need you. Malcolm's
about to report in from the base.

We'll just have to start over.

Thank you, Connie. I think I
was just beginning to get maudlin.

Don't tell me you were lamenting
that there won't be a Lady Pearce
to visit the Palace?

Even by your standards, Connie,
that's impressive.

I haven't just spent my time in
Norfolk drinking gin and plotting
the Murdoch family's downfall.

Oh, and just so as you know,
somewhere I have a perfectly
serviceable tiara

if you need a last minute stand-in.

Sic transit, gloria mundi,
as they say.

'My guess is these men must have
removed the remains of the crew,

'but the oddest thing is that
the main part of the fuselage

'seems to have been moved.'

I've got to stop now.

Those men were wearing... I know.

This reminds me of when we first met.

You wore a red dress.
Do you remember?

Of course I remember.
What happened to it?

Us or the dress? Both.

You lied and I threw the dress away,
I think.

I don't want to talk about us,
I want to talk about Halesworth.

The MOD are refusing to let us get
fresh intelligence after the crash.
I want to know why.

I've sent in a high-level team
to investigate. That's it? Jo,

if I knew more, I'd tell.

You're still lying.

Here, Alan, do you recognize this?

It's a receipt for
dinner for four.

You, your wife - remember her?

A Canadian diplomat and his wife.
And?

Well, you claimed for it. So?

Well, the nice Canadian man
paid for all of you. Didn't he?

And there you are claiming for it.
A simple mistake. We have a file.

As you can imagine,
this is the least of it.

You might get a wrap on
the knuckles this time.

But when another emerges next
week, and the week after that,

and with the marriage in trouble...

The investigators went off to
Halesworth carrying full NBC suits.

Why? There were highly toxic
chemicals on the plane that crashed.

Whose chemicals? Ours.

Do we know what?

I can let you know.

We'll do a swap.

Tell me this - is it possible for
Iranian intelligence

to run operations
in the UK without your knowledge?

I might ask the same question of
you, Harry. And my reply would be?

That you'd soon hear about any
such plans. What have you heard?

There are factions, and not just
extreme ones, who see British
handiwork behind the recent blast.

And without compelling evidence
to the contrary, it may be that
the voices of moderation -

mine among them - are being
lost in the general clamour.

So getting back at both the Great
and the Little Satan would be hard

for some of your
colleagues to turn down?

Like you, Harry, I can't be
expected to speak for my colleagues.

But I can assure you -

your plane
crash was not the fault of Iran.

The plane that crashed was carrying
some highly toxic chemical agents.

The MOD have an exclusion zone around
the test site

but the Americans have
already taken the fuselage into the
base for testing and decontamination.

Jo,
any idea how bad the substances are?

Porton Down bad.

Connie, get on to Malcolm.

Why were lethal toxic chemicals
being carried on a standard
courier flight in the first place?

Let's say these planes are
less of a target given the threats
at the moment.

Unless terrorists knew what
the plane was cargoing.

The problem is that here the period
of lethal toxicity is like a spike.

It'll be safe there in a couple
of hours, but for Malcolm,
the damage could be done.

Malcolm, start walking away
from the crash site. Why?

The plane was a commercial
courier flight but for some reason

there was a shipment of
highly toxic chemicals on board.

Oh, right.

That explains the men in NBC suits.

Yes, probably.

I don't know at this point
how exposed you've been,
but the prognosis is not good.

I can't put a positive
spin on this, Malcolm.

I'm sorry. I'm going to transmit
a grid reference to your GPS.

That's where the MEDEVAC's coming in
and I'll meet you at the hospital.

MALCOLM COUGHS

I'll go in and get him on it.

We've got to stay focused on
the reasons on this crash.

The medics will look after Malcolm.

If we get this wrong,

his death will be the first of many.

We've been attempting face-matching
on the UFO guys Malcolm's
already met at the base.

No red flags so far.
This isn't an imposter on the UFO
camp firing missiles from Halesworth

Was a bomb placed on board
to maximize chemical spillage?

I need to see the plane.
The state of the fuselage
should tell us what happened.

If I can get to
the black box, even better.
Find out who caused this crash.

I'll get on to Bob Hogan. There's
been an incident on US property.

He'll be on the inside track.

Jo, when I'm gone I want you to look
out for anything that comes in from
Ros and pass it only to me.

Where is she?

She's following a lead on Zaf.

Aren't you going to ask me
something?

Anything?

Because there are
things I could be doing.

I have to say that
I'm disappointed in your answers.

But you haven't asked me
any questions.

That's true.

Let me think of a question.

OK...

What would Harry Pearce do if you
failed to report back in 24 hours?

He might assume something
like this had happened, no?

Maybe he'd also assume you'd
have been forthcoming by now.

A fair assumption.

Don't flatter yourself.

How long till after his last officer
disappeared did Harry Pearce wish
Zafar Younis was already dead?

Time is against you.

Wouldn't you say?

Maybe we should have a little talk.

Are the MOD people being any use?

It's a mess but I'm hearing
no reports of contamination.

The toxins work as a spike.
So I hear.

Still no sign of the black box?

Incinerated in all likelihood. Pity.

It was our best shout
for finding out who was
responsible for the crash.

We won't find anything on the plane.

Still, when the contamination's
dealt with, we could have a team
look at the fuselage.

We're doing that now.
I'm going to check it out.

I'll let you know if anything points
to hijack. Let me come with you. I
can help you with the MOD people.

It's not necessary.
They're being very cooperative.

This happened on my watch, too, Bob.

I'd like to help.

Fine. I'll pick you up in my car.

Tell the pilot I'm staying. Malcolm.

Malcolm, They're here to take
you out. There might be something
they can do.

Anyway, if I tell them to leave,

they won't come back.
I don't want them to come back.

Jo told me the name of that stuff.

It's not only that I don't want to
leave you flapping in the wind,

but we need to find out for
ourselves what happened
to that plane.

Anyway, being kept alive for a few
days - what sort of life is that?

A few days is a few days.

Not in the condition
I'll be in, it's not.

I'll have to speak to Harry.
Come on, Adam.

It would have been very unlike old
hard-hearted Harry not to remind you
that the operation takes precedence.

Oh, that's better.

I could barely think
with all that racket.

Well, I've dressed for it.
So let's go.

Come on.

In the camp, the Adventists believe
that the enemies are human

but humans controlled by malevolent
external forces whose ultimate aim
is to control the earth.

While the Doomsdays believe that the
appearance of alien assault on earth

is manufactured by
human conspirators.

The plane didn't come down cos
of this lot. The answers
will be on the base.

Giles said you might join us.

All right? Johnny.

There's been a shed load of
activity the last few days.

Strange lights,
weird shapes in the sky

and the crashed plane.

The aliens have either arrived
or the square heads are
preparing for their arrival.

Is there a light on? Yes.

Did you ever lie to
get out of trouble? Yes.

Is your name Ros Myers? Yes.

Did you ever commit an act of
espionage against the United
Kingdom or any of her allies? No.

Were you involved with
the bomb blast in Tehran? No.

Was anyone from section D
involved in that bombing?

No. Zaf Younis? No.

Do you know where he is?

No.

Are you at present involved
with searching for Zaf Younis?

Yes.

Are you aware of any operation being
conducted at Halesworth Airbase? No.

Stop!
MEN SHOUT

Welcome home, Ros.

We're not in Denmark then.

No, the plane just flew
slowly round and round England

for the amount of time it
would have taken to fly to Denmark.

There is no trail that leads to Zaf.

We made that up. Took advantage
of how much you wanted to find him.

You used to be government
minister, didn't you?

Now I'm known as Sholto.

It's just cold water running
through your veins, isn't it?

We can use that.

Do you work for Harry? No. I work
for a group called Yalta.

Have any of you seen inside the wire?

Trouble is they
catch you in there

and you don't come back.

Well, I'm going to go in tonight.

Any of you are welcome to join me but
I know how busy you all are sitting
around bullshitting.

How do we know it's safe
to go in there with you?

How do we know you are
who you say you are?

I'm vouching for him.

I can't prove anything. But I know
that since the crash, they're gonna
double the guard

on that place and probably
close this site down.

I imagine you've all had your fair
share of extra-terrestrials

to last you a life-time, but if you
haven't, tonight's the night.

If you're serious I'll help you.
I'm the only one who's been
over there and made it back.

Well, Baz, you're gonna need
a diversion - a big diversion -

to draw down all the square heads.
You lot can handle that, yeah?

I'm coming in. OK.

We need to go in in daylight
cos they double the guard at night.

Anything? The cargo plane flew out
of Stansted.

All crew are registered
with the company for over five
years. No form.

All cargo checked by company and
security - no bombs, no chemicals,
no terrorists.

When did the MOD requisition
the cargo? That's the thing.

They didn't know the MOD had
anything to do with the flight.

The Americans fed us a line.
Harry's on his way to Halesworth.

HE COUGHS

Are you OK?

The Yalta Treaty was an agreement
made between three old men.

They were on their last legs.

Stalin, was paranoid,
Roosevelt was in a wheelchair

and in constant pain and Churchill
was either drunk or depressed.

The result was that the Americans
sold out Eastern Europe

to the Russians with all those
disastrous consequences.

Our creed is that the
Americans must be stopped

before they embark on something
equally inept and catastrophic.

Hasn't that already happened?

What you've seen is
only the beginning.

To achieve our ends sometimes
we favour European based power,
sometimes Russian, Chinese.

We have representatives in the
highest positions in governments
and judiciaries across the world.

When they approached me to join them

I soon realised where the real power
was and it wasn't with my dear
ministerial colleagues

sitting at the Cabinet table
wringing their hands
about hospital waiting lists.

Trip motion detectors.

We need to get to my hut.

TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT

THEY SHOUT AND PROTEST

What we just put you
through was a recruitment test,
Yalta-style.

What do you
want with someone like me?

Because I'm never going to...
We can help you as we want you to
help us.

You mean you want me
to be a traitor? Not at all.
We think our goals

are in the interest of HMG,
not against.

If there's ever anything you
feel you cannot act upon,
then you must simply ignore it.

So where are the Americans
working against our interests now?

Your colleagues,
your surviving colleagues,

they're at that airbase today,
aren't they?

We wait here till dark.

Take a rest, Malcolm,
get your breath back.

There's only one building big
enough to house a fuselage.

Whatever the Americans are hiding,
it's probably in there.

In 1956,

my father was with the
Free-Hungarian Army in the uprising

that the Americans financed,
promoted and then abandoned.

He was hanged

but we managed to get out
and came to England.

So, your father, how is he?

As well as anyone in prison.

We know of your involvement.

You were very brave.

Single-minded and yet loyal.

That's a difficult call to make.

We didn't just happen upon you, Ros.

Zaf, you want to know
what happened to him.

Our people saw some men taking
Zaf into a deserted farm house.

Sometime later the men re-appeared
but your man was not with them.

We found his bloodied clothes.

I'm sorry.

Whoever it was was capable of
highly sophisticated tracking.

I've sent you the defence
intelligent personnel files.

It might give us a clue as to who
is covering up the security breach.

Connie...

the UFO guys down at the base...

I thought we ruled them out
of any attack?

Maybe we did but something's not
right here.

RADIO: Copy that. All units to secure
all entry around the perimeter wall.

The decontamination unit got
here promptly.

They were the ones that
alerted us to the leak.

My guys are still no closer to
knowing what brought it down.

I'll show you the spec on the
chemical makeup and then
we'll take a walk around.

You can see for yourself what we've
had to contend with.

Harry, it's this way.

Our friend, Mr Muppet,
actually works for the MoD.

Some kind of spy on the UFO guys.

Adam told me that...

I have an old boyfriend.

Yeah.

Ros. You scared me.

Are you OK, Ros?
You look all washed up.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worn out.
Where are the others?

Halesworth.
A plane crashed. Malcolm...

He's very sick. Adam's with him.

Look is there any way
we can contact them?

Only on a network
the Americans can listen into.

So what have we learnt this end?

Everything points to an
infiltration of a cargo company.

A hijack of their aircraft
by suicide bombers

who knew that the MoD were
transporting toxic chemicals
on board.

It was either a bomb
or a targeted kamikaze.

So a UK plane cargoing toxic
chemicals crashes into a US base.

Dissident Iranians?

That would seem to be
the bookie's choice.

But with their chemicals leaking
all over the rather high-yield land
rented by our rich cousins,

the MoD are doing everything they can
to ensure nobody discovers

a security breach on a cargo plane
as well.

The MoD.

How do we know they were
carrying toxic chemicals?

Jo's ex-boyfriend
gave us most of this.

She's gone to see him now.

OK.

If there was a bomb on board,

there would be traces of explosives.

Also the fuselage would have been
ripped apart in a particular way.

Malcolm.

It might still be dangerous.

Not for me.

There's a new structure
around the back of this building.

I think we can access it
from the inside.

Right.

That was no bomb.
There's no sign of a black box.

This way.

Alan, isn't it?

How's the missus?

Your first mistake
was bringing me in.

You're out of your depth on this one.
Really.

So, now you've
got me really curious.

You told me the MoD transported
toxic chemicals on that flight

but the cargo company have no record
of any MoD requisition.

I thought that was just you
covering your tracks

but the MoD were only called to
the scene by the Americans.

You don't have a clue.
That's why we can't trust you.

We work for the Americans. We depend
on them for our national security.

There is no toxic
spillage, is there?

It's made up.

Something cooked up by the Americans
to make sure we steered well clear,

averted our eyes from
what really happened.

What was it Alan?

Some surface to air missile training
exercise gone horribly wrong?

Or was it one of their new Tomcats
needed some target practice?

What, you think that's funny?

Three crewman incinerated,

our colleagues in the cross-hairs
of the people that you're
trying to protect.

What about that bloke you've
got baby-sitting that
misfit bunch of hippies?

What's his mandate? What's he going
to do if they see something
they shouldn't?

His duty. Do you know what
would happen if information
got into the wrong hands?

What information's that?

What are you protecting? That's a
little over your pay scale, Jo-Jo.

Let me warn you,

your people are already too close.

What are you protecting, Alan?

When certain people discover
my absence, things will
start to go very badly for you.

For you, Jo. The past won't matter,
any more, I'm afraid.

You don't know, do you?

You've just been fed lines,
and you're parroting them.

You're not in that pay-scale either.
You sad bastard.

You'd really sacrifice your own
countrymen, without knowing why?

For some some puppy-dog
allegiance to some far-off empire?

Of course I know why.

Aurora.

Heard of it?

Thought not.

Now let me go. Sorry, Al.

Jo-Jo will let you know
when you can see daylight.

You stay here and keep a look out
yeah? Just in case anyone comes.

No. I go where you go.
Just to be safe.

That's it.

Baz, you go back and keep an eye
on the stairs while I sort out
the camera, yeah? OK.

Give me your bag. I need a mirror.

I suppose you wonder why
I'm doing this in my state.

You're focussing on a mission

and doing yourself proud.

Actually I'm doing it
to keep my mind busy.

Tell me, when you were gripped
by the virus,

were you just thinking about
getting those vaccines to hospital?

Saving those people?

No.

I was thinking about how
much I wanted to see my son.

Then how can you carry on doing it?

Day after day?

I don't have a son but I'm not sure
my mother would want to see me with

my hair falling out,
multiple organ failure.

That's not what I want
to leave her with.

What does she think you do?

What lie have you told her?

Accountancy? IT?

She thinks I do what you do.

And here you are doing it.

You should have been out there
doing this with us years ago.

I'll stay with you...

you know that. Thank you.

Harry, I'm gonna have to talk with
the officers here about this spillage

so you might have to settle
for the ten cents tour.

There!

What?

I saw someone in the shadows.

You're sure? Something moved.

It's G-Block.

The other side of the base.

I need a transit to G-Block
with armed escorts.

Ros.

What's Aurora?

Is this it?
Is this what they're hiding?

Let's find out.

My God!

What is it? Aurora.

What?

This isn't a predator control unit,
it's for the new US
spy plane codenamed Aurora,

the replacement for the S71.
It exists.

What's it doing in this country?
I don't know but it shouldn't
be here.

There's been no official approval.

Somewhere here there should be its
route recording system,

then we'll know where it's been.

Is Aurora what they've been seeing?
Possibly.

This machine is as good
as a black box. It's a spy plane.

If there was a bomb or collision it
should be able to tell us. I'll see
if I can send the RRS to the grid.

Malcolm's sending over all
those downloads to us.

He needs the encryption broken.

Well, if he can contact us...

we can contact him.

BANGING AT THE DOOR

It's just Muppet, he'd love this.
No Baz, wait.

You guys really shouldn't be
in here you know. You joking?

I told you to keep watch.

So you can sabotage
military hardware?

Muppet, what are you doing?

The security panel.

Trip the alarm.

Go on! Get up, do it!

Fine.

You win.

Go on, push it!

Push it!

Nice one, Giles.

He's one of them.

Don't worry. He'll live.

Sir, we found nothing.

Maybe it was a cat or something.

Sir we're experiencing power
failure in secure area alpha three.

Ops, we have runway lights down.
We need to switch
to emergency back up.

Get me some security to sector four.

Right let's go.

We'll have to split up.

Giles will slow us down. I'll
stay with him. You go on ahead,

see if you can't cause some trouble
on a different route. Don't worry.

I won't let the square heads get us.

Just remember, they could be
anywhere.

Squeaky boots, I should have known.
Come on.

Come on Malcolm, keep going.

Check out all the buildings on
the East side of the perimeter.

Yes, sir.

That was no protest back there.

That was a diversion.

I can get a signal in here.

There's a message from the grid.

They've broken the encryption.

Aurora made two journeys of note.

Her first was a short one.

Up and out of Halesworth, circling
back out over the North Sea and
then straight into the airport.

Time and place of the flight
correspond with the bringing
down of the cargo plane.

So it was a collision?

Well, if you look at the dates,
you'll see it hasn't flown since.

So maybe it crashed as well
or at least was damaged.

I said there were two flights.

The dates, time and place
correspond exactly with Zaf's
journey back from Iran

and his disappearance.

My God.

They were behind it.

If they were able to track Zaf
back from Iran and ambush him...

Then they knew about our
train operation in Tehran.

They used us to bring about
the carnage with the blast.

The Americans were
running Copenhagen.

They've been lying to
us about everything.

No wonder they're
so keen to stop us.

Malcolm if the Americans find us...
You're right.

Sir, take a look at this.

Who the hell is that?

You're being overrun
by ufologists, Bob.

Runway 2,

700 yards, heading
towards the perimeter.

KLAXON BLARES

Harry!

KLAXON CONTINUES

Come on Malcolm, one last go.

We've come all this way. Anyway I'm
not leaving anyone else behind.

You didn't leave Zaf.

Thank you, Connie.

Oh, yes.

Here you are.

How easy is it, I wonder, to
cover up the collision
of an illegal spy plane?

To persuade the Ministry of Defence
to admit to cargoing non-existent
toxic chemicals?

To persuade them to stonewall
their own intelligence officers?

Out of interest,

what have you got on them?

Nothing. They're just desperate
for us to base our anti-ballistic
missile intercept stations here.

So they can be part of their running
and continue to dine
at the top table.

A fair swap for the lives
of three civilian air crew.

Would the MoD have acquiesced, I
wonder, if they knew the unspeakable
things which Aurora knows?

Harry, the 14th century
was calamitous for the west.

At the Battle of Nicopolis in 1396,
a Crusader army fought a heroic
combat against the Islamic army.

It was a catastrophic defeat,
effectively the end of the Crusades.

But that battle is still going on.

Was all this to do with the capture
and torture of my officer?

That wasn't my doing.

Our hired guns turned on us.
You wanted to know what we knew.

Well, let me save you
any further bother.

Your agency,
calling itself Copenhagen,

fed us false intelligence in
order to ensure that we created a
bio-weapons spillage in Tehran.

So whatever happened in Tehran,

the United Nations is now aware of
Iran's illegal development of WMDs,

which is hardly a bad thing.

I don't want to hear America's
repellent self-justification.

We're close to the edge here.

you and I have to work out a better
MO otherwise it'll be Nicopolis

all over again,
with you and I on opposite sides.

And this time it will be
the calamitous 21st century.

WHIZZING SOUND ABOVE

Adam.

It's a plane.

MORE WHIZZING SOUNDS

No, it's Aurora. I want to see this.

Malcolm, they're not just going to
stop coming after us because there's
a fence.

What's the worst
thing they can do to me?

They'll think of something.

You don't have to stay.

When Voltaire was
on his death bed,

the priests tried to persuade
him to renounce the devil.

He said this was no time to
be going around making enemies.

I've always admired that.

Malcolm, I think there is maybe
something I should tell you. What?

You're not contaminated.
You're not dying.

What do you mean?
There's no chemicals.

How do you know?

They were just trying
to scare us all off.

I can see it now.

It's how these people think.

But I felt... It was fear.

I've got a signal again.

Jo's old flame, Alan, came clean.

You bastard.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because that Malcolm
was invincible.

He wasn't going to die
in some crappy air base.

He was going to get us out.

Are you ok? Yeah, I'm fine.

It was... I was wondering what was
happening to you,
I was worrying about.

I'm fine.

It was funny watching Malcolm
go through all that shit today.

It reminded me that you and me...

live like that all the time.

It made me realise how
easy it is to end up...

..not having any intimacy
in your life.

I wasn't aware you were living
a monk-like existence, Adam.

Look, Ros.

Yes?

I'm sorry things didn't
work out in Denmark.

You were right to insist on going.

Who did you meet with?
Like you said...

Didn't work out.

That's the sort of answer I give.

I get all my best stuff from
you, Adam. Always said it.

We had an agreement.

You were supposed
to call in, remember?

What happened?

Ros, you can... you can talk to me.

Please.

The Iranians.

How's your source there?

It's too early to tell.

I... wanted to explain why we needed
those documents.

Adam, do you know how difficult
it is for me to get here?

You came anyway.

I'm not the first asset you've
brought back here

on the pretence
of a debriefing, am I?

Don't you know me at all?

It's good to have you back, Ros.

This belonged to Zaf.

Who's going to tell his family?

I might understand, if that was
the price for bringing us back
to where we were with Iran

but how does that
help with the peace?

We'll get there, with or without
the help of our American cousins.

Do you really believe that?

I have to.
We're a team, we'll pull together.

I don't feel like being honoured.

Not publicly. Not privately.
Not at all.

Oh, don't be so snooty.

Giving a K to someone in the security
services is a way for the government
to rubber stamp themselves.

It isn't about you.
I'll try and remember my place.

TELEPHONE RINGS

I think we can help each other.

We have an Islamic fanatic wandering
round town with a God-given licence
to kill Americans.

You husband is sponsoring Kharami to
bomb an American target in London.

Any attack on American interests in
the next few days

would be interpreted
as an act of war.

Where is he?

Kharami's attack could happen
any second, anywhere.

He'll know Jo and he'll teach her
a lesson for us all.

Open the door.
Somebody's trying to kill you.