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This is not to be negotiated, so go ahead. Do your job and swallow it.

Proceed with the operation. Everybody, there's a bomb.

Get under your desks now. Now!

I'd like to suggest you and I try and minimise this new tension and avoid any misunderstanding.

You will forgive me if I have no assurances to offer in response.

Not today, when we're still counting the dead.

A gun to the head of an Iranian diplomat live on British television.

We'll be lucky to salvage any kind of peace after this.

We know too much about each other, it's not safe. I know.

You betrayed everyone who ever trusted you. You're a traitor.

I trusted you.

You betrayed this operation and you betrayed Harry's.

You've never found your place and now, now you don't have one.

I switched syringes.

If I came with you, they'd know.

If they know, they'll come after you. I can't let that happen.

You walk away and don't look back. Not ever.

Thanks for coming.

Hey, no problem. Why am I here?

In less than a week, America will launch surgical air strikes at Iran's nuclear facilities.

Unless the United Nations can talk them out of it.

It's likely Iran will respond with a tactical nuclear strike.

This is already coming down the wire from Washington correspondents.

So, thanks, but I don't need a deep throat to tell me this.

Adam, why am I here?

The sequence of events that led to this point began with a train bomb in Tehran.

Everybody there's a bomb, get under your desks.

That bomb was detonated by MI5.

I personally couriered it to Tehran.

An officer named Zafar Younis planted the bomb.

It turns out we were acting on intelligence fabricated by the Americans who wished to expose

Iran's biological weapons programme to the world and thus precipitate

a hot war, the war that we don't seem to be able to stop.

I'll give you the whole story.

I've stashed documented proof. It's on a memory stick.

No 45 minute claims. No spin.

No government intervention. Hard proof.

You're going to give me a story that could topple the Government?

And see the Home Secretary indicted for war crimes.

It could end the Special Relationship for ever

and bring about such international condemnation that America will be forced to rethink its air strikes.

It's also the biggest story you'll ever break.

If you give me this, I've got no choice but to run with it.

Then you'd be hanging yourself.

So I need to know why.

I've had enough. It's also time America was brought to account for the mess it's created.

Those don't sound like the words of a spy. I don't think I'm a spy any more.

Listen, I need time to sort everything out.

My resignation among them.

Give me 48 hours. Meanwhile, say nothing, please.

Let's put an end to it, once and for all.

'Let's put an end to it once and for all.'

Stand away from your table. Thank you.

Excuse me.

What's happened? Section D has been suspended pending full investigation of the Ros Myers affair.

Putting aside for a moment the fervour of those currently rifling through our personal effects,

please know that this suspension has no reflection on you, or your service to this country.

Well, I guess I'll see you all later then.

Accept it, Adam.

Don't waste your anger.

A drink, I think. Under the circumstances, an excellent idea.

The Cricketer's?

Ben. Hi. Listen, are you busy?

Cos as it turns out, I'm not.

OK.

Ben, yeah, it's Adam.

Call me back as soon as you get this message.

There's been some unexpected developments. I've had to bring things forward a bit.

I'm en route to the documents we discussed. So...

Yeah, we need to meet, today.

They made me give up my pass codes. I'm cheesed off.

My aunt used to say love your enemies in case your friends turn out to be bastards.

If you want loyalty, Malcolm, buy a dog.

Connie, gin and tonic? Large.

Naturally.

Hey. Hey. Drink?

Sure.

Hello, Connie. How are you doing?

You scared?

Yes.

You should be.

But you were always clever like that, weren't you?

Always the clever one, Connie.

David, that was a long time ago, in a different world.

But the dead are still dead, for all that.

Why is it that men like you are always so full of self-pity?

I have some information for you now.

I want you to pass it on, to Harry.

Just like the old days.

What information? There's a bomb, in London, today, a car bomb.

I want you there, all of you.

Don't contact the services.

You do, and I'll know.

And tell me what I'll do.

You'll detonate the bomb at random.

Blow a few kids to hamburger, some coppers, a few tourists.

Where is it? Just stay by that phone.

And do what I say,

when I say.

You'll know soon enough where it is.

Oh, and, er...

..be sure and tell Harry

that I'm back for him.

Connie, what happened?

Davie King.

Just said to tell you he's back for you, for all of us.

He gave me this.

He wants the whole team and he wants to do it his way.

Davie King likes to kill multiple targets using a single, explosive device.

He rounds them up.

And then he blows them up. Well, he can't round us up, can he?

Not the whole team. He can't make us do what he wants.

We have to get back to the Grid. No.

Connie, I need you safe and properly debriefed.

What's the point?

You know him. He's got a bomb. He'll use it to kill you.

If you don't turn up, or you send the services, he'll kill the innocents instead.

And he'll go on killing them until you cave in and do as he demands.

He'll never stop. He'll contact you on that phone.

That's all I have to give. He'll come for you.

You'll be alone.

Then let him come.

I will not be rounded up like livestock. I will not.

Harry. 'Mr Home Secretary. I urgently require renewed'

full security status, for myself and my officers.

'My team is under imminent threat of assassination.

'I also have reason to believe there's a terrorist attack planned today in London.'

Wait, wait, wait. Are we talking Al Qaeda, Iran, what?

'We're talking a walking ghost with a death wish.'

Ex-IRA killer named Davie King.

So what is it? A Republican splinter group?

Something altogether more intimate, I'm afraid.

Then the last place you need to be is back on the Grid.

I'll get another section on to it.

Well, with respect another section would have limited application.

I know King. I know the way he thinks, the way he works.

We've got a file on this man? 'His IRA code reference is J22F.'

'You can see for yourself what we're dealing with.'

That's all we need. 'That is not all we need.'

I will not have British intelligence officers, suspended officers,

'running about the streets of London playing out some moth-eaten

'personal vendetta or playing piggie in the middle with British lives.'

Now, you give me the information and you go to ground. Do you understand?

What did he say? You know, I didn't quite catch it.

Malcolm, I'm enacting the Sunstrike Protocol. I need to get Adam and Jo off the streets as soon as possible.

MOBILE RINGS

Harry?

Say nothing. I'm invoking the Sunstrike Protocol.

'There's a place you know about. It belongs to me.'

Be there as soon as you can.

Shit.

They warn you, when you first join the service,

that they just use you while they can and then...

But it doesn't make it any easier.

If anything it makes it worse because

you think of all the things you've done, all the times you might have died and...

Do you know how much I get paid for that privilege by the way?

To risk being blown apart in the line of duty?

Cos if you want a really good laugh,

ask me, ask me about my salary.

What's your salary?

Don't ask.

MOBILE RINGS

A man called Davie King has planted a car bomb in London.

It's due to detonate at 6pm. He's going to send us after the bomb and try to kill us with it.

He's done it before.

It's a very messy but efficient form of mass assassination.

Is this the entire inventory?

I did find half a pack of mummified cigarettes. Oh, a cassette tape of Led Zeppelin's untitled fourth album.

I've been looking for that. Also a rather elderly model 10 Smith and Wesson revolver with no firing pin.

It's utterly useless, I'm afraid.

You'll have to forgive the rather discouraging ambience.

My interior designer was going through a painful divorce.

Jo's not responding to the emergency signal.

What? We have to go and get her.

The point of the Sunstrike Protocol is to regroup in safety.

We make our best endeavours to contact Jo.

But until she responds, she's on her own.

I'm not sure I can abide by that.

This could be all my fault. What?

I went to Kaplan.

You went to Kaplan? Why?

To blow the whistle on the Tehran bomb, nuclear weapons, all of it.

People have a right to know what's being done in their name.

It is not your right to inform them.

And it most certainly is not your job. Not any more. I'm done with it.

And this is your revenge, is it, for losing Ros? Or hadn't you planned on taking us all down with you?

Be assured, you and I will discuss this in detail in the very near future.

Until then, we deal with the situation as it stands.

So call it in. MI5, SO19... We can't!

Davie holds all the strings.

If we try and cut them, he'll detonate the bomb at random.

He'll ensure innocent people pay the price.

So we stay down.

We tell MI5 nothing.

You're talking about a completely rogue operation.

I'm talking about protecting British lives.

Davie should not even have been allowed to set foot inside the country.

Someone used a great deal of influence to make that happen

and whoever that someone might be is our real enemy here.

So if you insist on walking out that door and alerting MI5,

then I'm afraid you'll have to go through me to do it.

CHILD SCREAMING

Pearce is pissing in his panties.

I'm sure he's gathering his team to his bosom right now.

As soon as I've run them all to ground, I'll do the deed.

But first, I need a phone trace to locate the journalist Kaplan.

You understand there's a limit to what I can do at this end.

Well, you can do this, and you will.

I need to nibble around Harry's edges a little more.

Get him good and spooked. 'I'll see if it can be done. No promises.'

You understand there's to be no collateral damage.

Absolutely none. We won't have a single innocent life put at risk.

Collateral damage?

Are they still calling it that? Just do the job and no mess.

Break the terms of this agreement and we'll have you smeared across the road like a skid mark.

Snapdragon was an IRA code word.

It was called in 40 minutes before the Cookstown bomb in 1984.

The caller also gave the registration of the vehicle in which the bomb was planted.

BWU 731K will be the license plate.

The toll that day was three men, two women, all civilians.

A little school girl, seven years old, and two MI5 officers.

Who were the intended targets, I take it?

Davie was Connie's man inside the IRA.

The Cookstown bomb was his resignation.

After that particular atrocity, I went to some lengths to take him

down and in the process I did things of which I am still ashamed today.

Then that war was over and like good soldiers we turned away from the battlefield.

He still sends me a Christmas card every year, addressed to Thames House. "Season's Greetings, Harry."

Draws a little smiley face after my name.

Whoever contracted this man is someone who knows your history.

That's highly classified information. Juliet? No! But if she or Yalta wants to...

This is not Juliet.

I know you're angry and you're scared. Do I look scared to you?

No. But you should.

Because whoever's doing this is exploiting your greatest weakness.

Someone who knows your attitude towards the IRA is...

Unresolved. Yeah, unresolved.

They're trying to get inside your head, Harry.

They want you to make bad decisions based on rage and the desire for revenge.

This from the mouth of an expert?

Yeah, from the mouth of an expert.

I know how you're feeling and I know the corrosive effect it can have.

This is not Juliet. Juliet would never authorise the use of a bomb on the streets of London.

How did you get in? You left your key under the mat.

It's not you, is it, Bob?

You gonna stab me with your knitting needles?

They watch the doors, you know, MI5. They know you're in here.

I'll leave in the laundry truck, with the rest of the dirty washing.

So this guy, King. What do you want from me?

Well, he naturally has American connections. You sure of this?

In 1980, I flew him to New York from where I arranged for him to

supply the IRA with a large shipment of explosives.

It kept them in business for quite a while. Made them terribly grateful.

Well, whoever set him on you, it wasn't us.

And I think you already know this.

And what do you know, Bob?

I don't know if there's a direct connection, but we've been keeping a close watch on Dariush Bakhshi.

Your Home Secretary's policy adviser, Jason Belling, has been making slippery little visits.

Back-door jobs.

Whatever he's doing, he's not dropping off grapes and lifestyle magazines. What are they discussing?

Who can tell?

We're pretty curious, obviously.

But whatever it is, it looks like they want you guys out of the way so they can achieve it.

It feels weird being out of phone contact.

Sorry, this thing's like an umbilical cord.

Hey, you're persona non grata, remember?

It's someone else's turn to save the day.

I can't, I can't relax. I've just gotta check in.

Oh, my God! What?

PHONE RINGS

It's Jo.

Outliner. This is Sunstrike Control. Do you understand me?

This is Sunstrike Control.

What's your condition?

Um... Control, I'm fine.

You've been out of contact.

'Yeah, I had my phone off.'

Have you been home? No. Are you alone? Yep. Good. Don't go home.

Don't go anywhere you're known.

Be at Albert Smith in one hour.

Don't be late. Come alone.

You're freaking me out here. Is this a drill?

Negative on that. This is not a drill.

Be alert to a white male, 5"11 and dark with a ponytail.

If spotted, do not intercept.

Ditch your phone. Don't call this number. As soon as I hang up, it's out of commission, OK?

Watch your back, outliner.

And be at Albert Smith in an hour.

What's going on? Shut up.

Don't move.

I didn't know you carried a gun. I don't.

I think we should go.

I can't believe I'm just standing here, waiting to be assassinated.

It's not called a safe house for nothing. Davie King's the predator today and we're the prey.

Which means Moscow Rules apply.

Treat London as enemy territory.

Keep our heads down, wait for an opening and then move.

There's something I could do.

Using this here might reveal our location,

but I could use someone else's ISP, if I'm permitted to leave.

Be careful, Malcolm.

Where are you going?

Looking out for Jo.

DOORBELL

How did you find us? I've known about this place since 1991.

Do you want to know what I've been up to or not? Very much.

And you might want to hear this, before you go rushing off.

Hello, can I have a double espresso, please?

What was all that about?

Adam gave me directions to a safe house.

He said he's heading elsewhere.

And he wished me luck.

I don't think he's ever wished me luck before.

Jason.

Bob Hogan. I'd like to take you for a ride in my car.

I'm a bit pushed for time today, Bob Yes, I know.

Let's get in the car.

Please feel free to select anything from this list which

resembles a brown, caffeinated liquid in a cup, with a dash of semi-skimmed milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.

You too?

Jo and I were at the...at the movies. Sorry.

So who are we dealing with?

A bad man and a bomb in just over two hours.

Mr Kaplan, you and I need to have a very serious chat.

But first I hope you took your mother's

advice about clean underwear, because we'd like you to strip.

Don't worry, we promise not to laugh.

Trousers first.

So you dragged me out to this shit hole.

What next? We gonna have a little kiss?

I have some information that may be of some... personal relevance.

It concerns Harry Pearce.

The Spook. What about him?

Close your eyes and concentrate, Jason. I expect it'll come to you.

Gorgeous.

I said call him off.

Carter, right? MI5. You know damn well who I am.

What is it, Jason?

You found out I was planning to blow the whistle on the Tehran bomb?

Biological weapons on the streets of London.

If the British people found out it would be the end for you,

the end of this Government and the end of whatever you've been cooking up with Dariush Bakhshi.

Run that by me once more, Adam, from the top.

Call him off. What's the matter with you? You...

You thought you were being smart, getting Davie King to do your wet work.

But you're out of your depth. You don't know what you've got yourself into.

Call him off before it's too late. I'd heard you'd gone a bit funny in the head,

but I didn't know how funny. You're having a laugh, sunshine.

He's planted a bomb.

Innocent people are gonna die.

If you can't call him off, admit it.

Tell me where he is and let me stop him.

Two hours! Two hours!

If you wanted us dead, this isn't the way.

This is not the way.

Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty, come on!

Give him up. Davie King. Now.

There's nothing to give up.

And you'd better think about what you're doing if you don't want to

spend the rest of your life medicated in a padded room, dribbling down your chin.

Oh, I've thought about it. I'm going to execute the man who ordered my death and the death of my friends.

Well, then you're gonna have to execute me.

You're obviously pathological

cos anything I say you'll twist it to fit your delusional framework.

That's what psychotics do.

I'm being visited by dead people.

Oh, so they're on to you, are they?

Pearcey and his little team of Munchkins?

They know who's after them.

Carter did have a polite word, yeah.

He told me that you intend to use a bomb. Well, that can't happen.

We won't stand for the death of British civilians. Nor would Harry.

He'd rather die. That's kind of the point.

The point is... 'The point is, it's about control.'

I threaten civilians, therefore I control Harry Pearce and his team.

I use that as leverage to gather them in once place and then blow them over two square miles of central London.

A bullet in the base of the skull would be quicker.

'Oh, would it?'

Oh, so now you're an expert on the killing of multiple targets.

So let's suppose I execute one of them with a bullet to the brain.

The rest of them go under ground.

You're gonna hunt them down for me, are you?

'You're going to line them up for me, are you?

'And you're going to manage to do this before one of them gets to me, or to you?

'I'm doing this my way.'

So, be a good chap

and shut your mouth.

Well, you've got him. It doesn't help.

Belling can't call King off, not now he's got a whiff of Harry's blood.

And he could be anywhere in Greater London, 609 square miles.

There's no way to find him and not enough time.

In less than two hours that bomb detonates.

Scores of innocent people die, or we do. That's some choice.

It's no choice at all and King knows it.

Give me 48 hours, say nothing.

The registration number belongs to a London taxi. It was sold at auction two days ago.

Buying cars at auction is an old IRA tactic.

Davie's father was a taxi driver. He's taunting me.

I told you not to talk. I didn't.

Back off. Adam, he's clean. They tried to get to him, too.

I was there. I saw it.

They must have been following me, I don't know.

Jo's right, Adam. He knows nothing.

For better or for worse, Mr Kaplan is now on our side of this equation.

I can help you. You can help by keeping your mouth shut, listening and doing what you're told.

Jason Belling? Connie was right.

Belling contracted Davie King, but Belling's not in control. He's useless to us.

So what's the next step? I said shut up and listen.

If you want to live today, just shut up and listen. It's my life, too.

I'm allowed an opinion. Your life doesn't matter.

Neither does mine or hers, or his, or hers, or his.

So shut up and let us do our job.

Right, how long do we have?

90 minutes.

OK. We have the registration and the time of the explosion.

Davie King's controlling all the other variables but we don't have to just take it.

We take what we know and we use what we have. So what do we have? Habits.

Bomb makers are creatures of habit. It's their psychology, they use a tried and tested

method, usually with no more than incremental refinements.

He's right, of course.

So what do we know about King's bombs?

Pretty much everything.

I instructed him how to make them.

Jesus.

Oh, Jesus had very little to do with it.

All right, Special Consul.

Cards on the table.

At 4am the Prime Minister ended a long conference call with the American President.

Air strikes on Iran will commence in 36 hours.

Britain will have no choice but to lend her support.

Unless you and I finalise this deal,

our two countries will be at war.

Pearce, Carter,

they don't deserve this, but their knowledge is dangerous to me.

And while this is so, I cannot cooperate.

Not even in the face of war?

Especially in the face of war.

If we are to proceed, Mr Belling, Pearce and his team must be eliminated.

There is no alternative.

They'll be dead in an hour.

Then in an hour, you and I can talk.

So if Davie King was the turncoat, the one who betrayed you, why does he hate you so much?

It's none of your business, you don't need to know.

If I'm going to die today, I deserve to know why.

He's right, Adam.

Davie personally eviscerated the very network he was put in place to protect.

A number of fine officers died the kind of death that haunts one's dreams.

Our intelligence structures were severely disrupted.

Not all Davie's victims were British spies or traitors to the cause. In the end, it just got so he liked it.

We tried to make him stop.

To send a message that indiscriminate murder was not acceptable, even in that dirty war.

We couldn't punish him directly.

So we punished him indirectly.

We planted evidence, entirely false evidence,

that Davie's father was a Brit informant.

The father was picked up, interrogated.

He was a very decent man, a taxi driver.

They found his body naked, dumped in the street.

This was done under my command.

It was the single filthiest order I ever gave

and it didn't work.

This is Davie's game now.

He's waited long enough to play it.

PHONE RINGS

Davie. 'I'm about ready for the off, Harry.

Just give me the location.

Patience.

'Patience is just procrastination without the anxiety.'

Let's get this over with.

'I admire your get-go attitude, Harry, I really do.'

But now you're going to need to listen to me.

'Listening?

'All of you, including the journalist Kaplan, are to stand within three feet of the car.

'Any further than three feet, and I will detonate the bomb.

'Attempt to summon emergency services, and I will detonate the bomb.'

Come armed, or equipped in any way and I will detonate the bomb.

Once you have gathered, in accordance with all these stipulations,

I will allow you 30 seconds to clear all civilians of the blast area.

'Think of it as a kind of co-operation bonus.

'If you fail to comply in any way, I will detonate the bomb.

'Many will die.

'Tomorrow, I'll come back for more.'

All clear now? Give me the location.

Gabriel Plaza.

'The bomb will detonate at 6pm See you there, old chum.'

That's one hour.

Gabriel Plaza.

This is Gabriel Plaza, enclosed on three sides by commercial buildings here, here and here.

And overlooked by a fourth, here.

Davie will want direct line of sight to confirm our presence.

He won't trust surveillance equipment, in case we try to tamper.

He'd want to be clear of the blast radius.

So he'll need height, in one of the surrounding buildings.

Which one? Most of the floors will b occupied and not easily accessible.

He needs somewhere he can get into and out of.

We're looking for flats, offices to let, buildings under construction.

If we had time... We don't have time.

What else do we have? The bomb will be remote-detonated.

But it will have a back-up timer mechanism.

He's caught bomb disposal units that way before.

In another country, a long time ago.

I suggest we make our peace with our various gods and go.

I'm sorry you got caught up in all this. You're joking!

Story of a lifetime.

I can see the front pages now.

By lines and everything.

What happens if I actually die?

Well... your family never find out how.

To protect itself, the service tells them some kind of lie.

There's no compensation, no life insurance and no possibility of anyone ever finding out the truth.

And this is what you live with, is it? Every day?

That and the luncheon vouchers, yeah.

Nothing.

Got him. Davie King entered the West building 30 minutes ago.

No sign of him leaving.

You ready? Ready.

I am an officer of the British Security Services.

Everybody listen to me.

Evacuate the area. Now!

Clear the area now!

There is a bomb in the area, leave now.

They're pulling something. Detonate it.

They're jamming us.

Malcolm?

Go!

Come to Davie, you bag of shite.

Jo. He's on the ninth floor.

Got him, Malcolm.

Go on, crawl on your knees.

Crawl back. Take them both out.

I didn't come here to shoot them.

We're still on the timer and they're not going anywhere.

That was a hell of a risk, Harry.

What if he'd gone for a head shot? How do you feel?

It only hurts when I breathe.

Don't breathe then.

We've got just over two minutes.

You're right. There's a pressure switch here.

It'll take too long to disable it.

We can't move the car. Open the door.

Keep your hands to yourself now.

He's moved. You're clear.

Prise open the lid, cut the live wire.

20 seconds. No rush.

Come on, come on.

'A bullet in the base of the skull would be quicker.'

You can wipe the weasel look off your face, Jason.

We don't care about you.

You're just another petty bureaucrat with erectile dysfunction.

So give him up, your boss,

or we will begin to care about you very much. Very, very much indeed.

Harry, it was a matter of... National security.

Isn't it always? I was going to say war and peace.

I prefer crime and punishment.

Iran maintains that her nuclear programme is peaceful.

We know to our cost that the reactionaries are interested in more than domestic power supply.

But I've found a way to call their bluff.

If Iran wants a peaceful nuclear programme we'll give it to them,

on a plate.

The plans for an integral fast reactor.

It's a nuclear plant, a safe nuclear plant.

Bottom line, these plants cannot be used to produce nuclear weapons.

Nobody has an excuse to bomb Iran, nobody has an excuse to invade Iran,

not if her nuclear programme is driven by these reactors.

You ordered our assassination for this?

We've been teetering on the brink of war.

Thanks to a bomb which you ordered.

And this plan represents our last, best hopes for an enduring peace.

To make it work, we need Bahkshi.

What I'm about to show you is highly classified.

But the Home Secretary authorised me to make a preliminary...

My people have been maintaining routine surveillance on several persons of interest.

One of them

is the journalist,

Ben Kaplan.

'The sequence of events

'that led to this point began with a train bomb in Tehran.

'That bomb was detonated by MI5.'

But Adam Carter threatened to open his mouth.

He knows some uncomfortable truths.

My wife

was a British agent, Mr Belling.

If the hardliners in Tehran ever learn this, my own loyalty will be called into question

and I'm a dead man. Bahkshi panicked.

He wouldn't cooperate.

Not while Carter and the rest of you remained a threat to him.

And yes, I am ashamed to have capitulated but I had no choice.

There was no time to finesse the situation.

Finesse the situation?

The Americans will launch their air strikes in hours.

This crisis is about to deepen, just as we had the opportunity to end it.

Peace or war, Harry?

Peace or war?

What was I to do?

You're right. It's an excellent proposal

and it should proceed as quickly as possible.

I'll ensure that Bahkshi is mollified

and what needs to be kept secret is kept secret.

That's very... Very what?

I have a duty to this country which supersedes any

and all other considerations, and that includes any repugnance I may feel towards you, Home Secretary.

Love your enemies, Nicholas, in case your friends turn out to be bastards.

Today you and I may part as friends, but if ever I have cause to learn

that we are no longer friends, then you will have cause to learn exactly what kind of bastard I can be.

Do I make myself clear?

Leave it, sir. Nobody's coming.

Then I suppose you will have to do what you came here to do.

Jo,

would you leave us for a moment, please?

I know what you were trying to do, Dariush.

I know why.

I understand.

Ana's pregnant.

A good friend told me.

Someone I lost, someone I love.

And the child, it's...

Yours?

Mine?

Who knows?

Sometime in the future, you could be with them.

It's impossible. Not while you know that.

Go home, Dariush.

Negotiate for our two countries.

I'll do everything I can to protect you

because there's a chance, however small,

that Ana's baby's mine.

That child keeps you safe from any ill I might wish you.

Exposing Ana, exposing you,

that exposes the child to danger.

I can never allow that.

He agreed?

Of course he agreed.

And the baby,

is it yours?

I don't know,

but nor does Bahkshi.

Isn't that what this game's all about, in the end?

'It has been described as an unprecedented joint

'announcement regarding Iran's nuclear development programme.'

From Whitehall earlier today the Home Secretary, Nicholas Blake, spoke to reporters.

I won't pre-empt the formal announcement to be made by the Prime Minister.

What I can say

is that Iran and Britain have

laid a foundation upon which our two countries and the world, can work to build a lasting peace.

If he'd given you the story, would you have run it? Stories, they never achieve anything, not really.

But what you do,

MI5,

it actually makes a difference. I mean it actually changes things.

That doesn't sound like a journalist talking.

I don't think I'm a journalist any more.

Let's get these machines turned on and let's get back to work.

Someone's done something to this chair.

A body's been found in northern Pakistan.

I heard about Zaf and I'm sorry.

He was taken by a group calling themselves the Red Backs. They're here, the Red Backs.

They're here and they're going to hit you again.

Every time, every time we offer our people up as a sacrifice.

Well, not this time, Harry, not this time.

We think the Americans plan to assassinate our president on your shores.

He has just made it very clear that we cross the Americans at our peril.

The clock is ticking towards your very home.

He's going to terrorise us. I don't know what to do this time.

Don't let them take me, Adam.

Whichever way, somebody's being sentenced to death.

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