All language subtitles for Spooks.S07E03.The.Tip.Off.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

Welcome home, Lucas. You're
malnourished. Running on adrenalin.

Want me to go to a Holiday Inn
and catch up on eight years
of Coronation Street?

When you sent Lucas to Moscow,
he paid an appalling price.

Kachimov. The man responsible
for the death of Adam Carter.

We're all upset, Harry.

How's the promotion
looking, Richard? Rosy?

Is it?

Give me section D.

As of today, Ros assumes
the position of section chief.

Do you think he'll show? I dunno.

Adam swore by him.

Pretty good asset,
Pakistani Military Intelligence.

Yeah, well, he was well-connected.

Marlin.

Who's this?

Your new best friend.

Friends are overrated.

I agree. Friends are either
a nuisance or they're boring.

Precisely. You can
only trust your family.

Oh, I wouldn't even be
so sure of that.

Excellent,
no faith in human nature at all.

Man after my own heart.

The way things are in Pakistan
at the moment, I imagine you
have to watch your back.

Things are certainly interesting.

Are things going to get
interesting for us?

I gave you Nadif Abdelrashid.

He's a big fish -

al-Qaeda's new
European co-ordinator.

We're on Nadif.

What else can you tell us?

It will start with a waterfall.

Waterfall?

An explosion of internet chatter...

..threats of every type, noise...

Right after the noise,
comes the dry run,

which Nadif will mastermind.

OK - noise, dry run...?

Bring in a second team for
the real thing and...

boom.

It's not suicide.

You shouldn't think of it like that.

A proper name for such an act
of bravery is Shahada.

Martyring.

Hmm?

Are you prepared to die?

Are you prepared to kill?

If the only way to hurt the enemies
of Islam is by taking your life,

then Shahada is allowed.

You've dealt them some blows,
so now they've got to get nasty.

Civilian casualties, of course,
but also something that
undermines confidence.

Banks going under, homes
repossessed - people are frightened.

Stay on Nadif, my friend.

He's the key to everything.

Well, well, well, Harry Pearce!

Wouldn't have thought this was
your sort of place, Harry.

Still - breakfast with the Home Sec,
best bib.

You're looking very spruce
yourself Richard. New suit?

Thought I'd spoil myself.
Bit of good news.

Ah yes, your appointment.
Oh, you've heard.

Last night, congratulations.
Thank you.

Yes, who'd have thought it?

All very glum in Downing Street
this morning, I'd imagine.

What with the NASDAQ going
belly-up again last night.

Mortgage lenders seem
reluctant to learn a simple lesson
about risky lending. It's risky.

Most of us learn that from
our children, of course.
Ah ha, very good.

How's the fragrant
Miss Myers coping?

Taking her with you to meet the
Home Secretary, now she's head girl?

Good experience for her.

Good experience for him too. Hmm.

Quite pressed on your floor,
I understand.

Situation normal.

Had a call from the other firm,
red phone, long distance.

Seems their local
manager's gone AWOL.

You wouldn't have heard anything
about that, would you, Harry?

No!

'fraid not.

Hmm.

Well, if the Home Secretary wants
a bit of cheering up this morning,

who better than Harry Pearce to
chase the clouds away? Hey, Harry?

Yes, if there's one thing
I'm grateful for in life,
it's my sunny disposition.

Just the usual, please, Peter.

RADIO BROADCASTS ARAB PRAYERS

ROS: 'Close obs on Nadif, Jo, we need
to know who he's working with.'

Visual any moment.

How's Ben? Does he know
the danger he's in?

We learn by doing.

Hello, Nadif.

IT manager's a good cover.
He's certainly gonna keep
that waterfall flowing.

Right, go, you're away.

Don't worry. I'll keep
an eye on him.

Ben's a natural.

Thanks.

RADIO: 'Elsewhere in Bradford
and Leicester, several
Asian-owned businesses...'

HE SIGHS

I hate this waiting.

# Go, go, go, go... #

HE LAUGHS

What, you like this tune?

# Go, shawty
It's your birthday... #

Nah, man.

My little brother
was into it, though.

We used to laugh, yeah, cos he'd
be up in his bedroom, all on his J,

just rapping along like he thought,
nobody could hear him, yeah?

And we'd be downstairs, yeah,
like, pissing ourselves.

My mum, man,

she'd be like, crying!

Are you sure we're
doing the right thing?

Yeah, course.

I'm gonna take a shower.

'Target heading west.'

Uh.

MAN RAPS IN SHOWER

HE LAUGHS

MOBILE BEEPS

MAN CONTINUES TO RAP

What's the threat level
at the moment?

Severe.

Could we give the glass a little
tap, take it down to moderate?

Or lower?

You want us to reduce
the feel-bad factor?

Sub-primes is the crisis
that keeps on pinching,
nobody will lend to anybody.

One false move,
we go down like a rock.

So to speak. The service of course
isn't actually responsible for
carrying government business.

Actually, I tell you what
the service is responsible for.
Not the other way around.

And we tell you what the threat
level is. Currently, it's severe.

Thank you, Nigel.

OK, then, Harry,

tell me all about the threat, then.

We have an officer undercover
in an active al-Qaeda cell.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The foot soldiers are small-time,
the cell leader's a player.

Nadif Abdelrashid, IT specialist,
he's spent time in Pashtun last year,

at the same time as several
other high-value targets.

Our contact in Pakistan's
Intelligence Bureaux, code-named
Marlin, is convinced

that Abdelrashid is AQ's
go-to man in the UK. Then why
isn't he in Belmarsh?

We're gathering intelligence.

Bit 20th Century, isn't it?

Quietly close down the cell,
you close down the threat. Close
down the threat and...

You might get a bounce in the polls.
Believe it or not, Harry,
this isn't about polls.

It's about jobs and housing
and pulling through a real crisis.

Nadif will bring in a second cell
to carry out the attack,
but we have no idea who that team is.

We have to watch and wait.

Arrest Nadif, and I'll arrange
a weekend away for him in Algeria.

You can't believe
I'll allow you to do this.

We're gonna downgrade the threat
level because the general public
needs some good news.

Then arrange a royal wedding.
Harry...

We stay on Nadif and my officer
remains undercover until operational
reasons dictate otherwise.

Or get Nigel to take charge
of National Security. Come on, Ros.

He always walks a little
taller after a haircut.

30 dead in Turkey, 2004.

200 in Somalia, 2007... and dozens
more dead or maimed by Nadif.

Marlin's deep inside
Pakistani intelligence.

He said "nasty". I think he knows a
bit about that. Talking of which, Jo,

how's Ben enjoying being a
"Holy Warrior"? His cover's good,
we back stocked quite a way.

Are we sure he's safe?
If Nadif Abdelrashid finds
out we've infiltrated his cell...

I fear for his life.

Don't worry, we're keeping a
close eye on him. Internet chatter?

The usual stuff. Beheadings,
crusaders, the kufir will pay for
their crimes in Iraq, blah blah blah.

But it's not all blah,
blah, blah though, is it?

British public is sleepwalking
through this. No-one cares.
Iraq's background noise.

The odd failed bombing, the odd
round-up... Harry in Afghanistan.

Prince Harry. Yes.

A brilliant two fingers to them.
Just when we're sliding
into complacency...

They step up their game.
Noise, dry run...

Boom! There is one thing of which
we can be completely certain.

They're coming for us again.

All right, bruv?

Hey, easy.

You want anything?
No, I'm going for a run. Coming?

No chance!

Got to get some breakfast,
then back to bed.

Ah, you got a text from Nadif,
innit? While you was in the shower.

What, on MY phone? Yeah, but...

You shouldn't take my messages,
know what I'm saying?!

But you were in the shower. It don't
matter! I'm not being funny,
but I'm the contact. All right.

What he want anyway?

We ain't going to work tomorrow.

We got to call in sick.

Hey, cool. All right.

Keep walking, we need to be brief.

What's happening your end? Nadif
told us to stay off work tomorrow.

Usually that means
a lecture on Jihad.

We're watching Nadif. Be careful.

This time it might be different.

This is it. Ros.

What is it, Malcolm?
The inter-separator's
climbing through the roof.

By how much? A 4,000% increase
in the last 24 hours.
It's the waterfall.

They're going crazy on the net.
Rumours, threats,
semi-coded stuff...

They're starting. It's getting
ready to go. Red flash Lucas.

If this is a signal for the dry run,
we're less than a week away
from their spectacular.

Come on, then. Show us
where you want to hurt us.

The spike in the intercepts
means that Marlin's
information was correct.

Nadif's told them to
take the day off work.

Shouldn't the terror threat go
to critical? Probably, but we'll
leave it where it is.

Give the home secretary breathing
space. He's normally a friend.

If this works, they'll go for the
real thing? But with a different
team, according to Marlin.

Ben's team are not the front
runners. Who cares if they're
picked up? Ben knows that.

The rest of them believe
they're Holy Warriors,
not just low-rent canaries.

Any sane person'd be
grateful for that fact.

So? We watch, we go after
the second cell? And we get our
hands on some of their big guys?

See where Nadif heads off to when
it goes wrong. They must not get the
slightest idea that we're watching.

Careful, Ben,
the viper's heading to the nest.

Salaam alaikum. Alaikum salaam.

Well, I weren't expecting you.

I know - your face.

You were expecting the police maybe.
Ha, yeah(!)

I need to speak to Ebrahim.
Go back to your room.

You were a convert.

Your parents aren't believers.

Yeah, you know.
Who recruited you?

What?

Who's your handler?

Who ordered you
to change your name to Ebrahim?

What are you talking about?
Nobody. What you doing?

Cut Jawad's throat.

Why should I cut Jawad's throat?

Because I told you. Yeah, but...

A mujaheed doesn't ask why, he does.

I'd rather die serving my god,
but if you don't trust me,
then, just...

just...

I trust you.

Tomorrow you'll go through
every routine you'll
follow on the day itself.

We'll be particularly watching to
see if the mobile system goes down.

That's the most important
part of the rehearsal.

We must know whether they
are watching us and be
prepared for every outcome.

It must be exactly like the real
thing, until you stand down.

OK.

I propose to start debate
on a national day,

which celebrates being British.

The things that bring us together
as a nation.

A nation with many differences,
but with shared core values.

A belief in democracy,

in justice

and in human rights.
He means it, you know.

Global temperatures this year
will be lower than in...

It's not all bullshit to him.

He actually thinks being British
is an honour and a privilege.

Bless.

Is everything well with you, Harry?

Couldn't speak to everything.

You just seem...

since Kachimov...

Since I murdered Kachimov.

I would have done
the same for any of you.

And I haven't lost a
moment's sleep since.

You, regrets?

Too few to mention.

Then it was the right thing.

The manual says we should
have kept him alive.
Same as we're doing with Nadif.

We know what the manual says,
but sometimes you have to send
your enemy a message

in the only language
they understand. Blood for blood.

You awake?

Ebrahim?

You awake? No.

What's up?

I was thinking, you know, tomorrow.

Yeah. We get caught, it's like...

They're gonna be pretty
fierce with us and that.

Torture, maybe.

Yeah, I know.

But I reckon they would
have stopped us by now,

like with them other brothers
they put on trial...

GLASS SMASHES AND WOMEN LAUGH OUTSIDE

Slags! Nah, they're drunk.

No dignity at all, man,
no self respect.

If that was my sister, bruv,
tshh, know what I mean?

Hey, bro,

you ever...?

Huh?

Well? You know,

like been with anyone?

Go back to sleep, mate.
I'm trying, innit. Yeah...

Night, bruv. Night.

I got your message.

The dry run's
definitely on tomorrow.

Where? I don't know.

Multiple targets.

All I've got is I'm working
with Jawad and they're
watching the mobile networks.

Well, we'll keep them up and, er...

I'll have your back
every step of the way.

And after?

After?

What happens to them after?

Once we've got the real bombers,
your cell will be lifted.

This kid I'm working with,
he's...he's barely able...

The kid wouldn't think twice about
blowing you, me and as many
others as possible to bits. Right?

Yeah, I know. Right.
So he'll get what's coming, then.

Right.

Go on, you'd better get back.

SHE TALKS IN RUSSIAN

...Sugar Horse?

..Sugar Horse?

A-ah!

..Sugar Horse?

HE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

I don't know what Sugar Horse is.

I don't know...

I don't know what Sugar Horse is!

HE CRIES

..Sugar Horse?

Sugar Horse.

Sugar Horse? Was that it?

That's all she said.

"Tell me about Sugar Horse."

What is it? No idea.

Curve ball, control question maybe?

Nonsense, probably.

Well, it seemed pretty important
to the interrogator at the time.

Yes, I'm sure it did.

I thought you'd want to know. Thank
you. Probably not the best time.

When troubles come...

If it did mean something...

I'd hate to think that I went
through all that... Absolutely.

RADIO BROADCASTS ARABIC PRAYERS

OK, everyone, eyes down for a
full house. All units in place.

Do we have visuals on Foxes 1 to 3?

Ros, you can handle a dry run.

Red flash me if anything
untoward occurs.

OK, people, let's keep this
clean and by the numbers.

We have three Foxes, Ben is our Hawk.

Oy, stop, where we going?
No need to know, bruv.

Yeah, but we're
in this together, innit?

Yeah, but it's my responsibility.

Nadif said I'm not to tell no-one.
He didn't mean me, though.

No-one's no-one, bruv.
I'm taking it serious.

Come on, let's get the bags.

LOCKER DOORS BANG

Looks like the other two
bags have been picked up.

Woops. Heavier than I thought.

So we get used to the real
thing, won't it be?

Heavy though, bruv!

Let's get going.

Hawk and Fox 3 are on the ground.
Following.

Where are the other principles?
Nadif is on his way to work.

Zulu 9 following,
proceeding towards the city.

Fox 2 mobile on York Road.

Zulu 8,
suspect carrying blue holdall.

Following, proceeding north.

We have a visual of Fox 1
at Bermondsey tube.

Zulu 3, eyes on suspect,
confirm blue holdall.

So what's the target? Transport?

Too high a risk, so I wouldn't
have thought so. Where, then?

If the real attack's on the same
clock, my money -

spread bet. Pubs, cinemas - anywhere
that maximises civilian casualties.

BELL TINKLES

I'm looking for a copy
of The Captain's Daughter,
the Gautier 1891.

Er...I wasn't sleeping.

Er...I think you'd be happier with
a copy of Kak Poluchit Ne Menee.

How to get at least 165 eggs
from every laying hen. Very good.

Published in Moscow, 1936, very rare.

Hello, Bernard.

I wasn't sleeping. You said.

Just...resting your eyes.

How bad?

Right.

I need your help, Bernard.

I'll be no good to you, Harry.

I've been back in the
Pavilion for far too long.

You're the best spy catcher
this service ever had. Oh...

You taught me everything.

"Into what dangers would you lead me,
Cassius?"

I have reason to believe
the service has been penetrated
at the very highest level.

HE SIGHS

Well, come on in.

I'll boil you an egg or something.

So, on the day, yeah,
mine's gonna go first, right?

Then yours about ten minutes later.

Catch the ambulances and that.

All right, so where is it?
Railway station or what?
Look at them.

Look.

If this was for real, no idea!

They'd be like, "Duh!"

And then, yeah, pow!

You shouldn't joke about it, bruv.

What?

Toilet.

Not your belly again, man?

Shut up, man!

The kufir will
be expecting random suicides,

but we must be cleverer than that...

If you're challenged, if anyone
challenges you, police, whoever,

there's a manual trigger
as part of the handle.

You get challenged,
you just pull...

..and paradise.

When the time comes, the second
cell will be revealed.

But once you're in...

..there's no getting out.

Boy! Ah, my go.

Oh, man!

Oh, shit!

This is not a dry run. This is live.
I repeat, this is live.

The devices are viable. I've got
Hawk and Fox 3, they're together.

But what about the dry run?
The second cell?

There is no second cell. These are
the real bombers. Get Harry now!

Call in armed support. They must
be watching the mobile network.

Simultaneous or staggered?
Harry's not answering.

If we'd had the benefit of watching
the dry run, we'd know!

OK, scramble CO19,
I want firearms cover on all
principles, likewise bomb disposal.

Lucas, what do you think?
I think they're toying with us.

They want to detonate bombs
while we watch.

One of them being a character played
by a serving MI5 officer. Nadif?

At work, waiting for final signals,
so he can detonate remotely.

If we put the mobile network down...
They detonate where they are,
so we wait for the calls. Agreed.

Have you got a fix? Have you
got a fix on Nadif's mobile?

There's an intermittent signal,
but it's thready. There's chop
from localised kit.

Keep Nadif contained and await
instruction. Status update.
Where are our Foxes?

Visual on Fox 1, heading
North along Treadgold Street.

Zulu 8, Fox 2's location.

Zulu 8. Elephant and Castle market,
south east entrance, heading west.

Hawk and Fox 3?
Intersection with Grantham Street.

What's the pattern? Could
they all be markets? Could be.

Extrapolate targets for the rest,
based on current location. On it.
How long are CO19?

Standing by. Should we take them?
Not yet, there'll be a fall back.

I'd expect a call and response,
two part code?

Request from the cell leader for
confirmation from the bomber

he's in place, acting freely
and not under duress. Malcolm?
That's my assessment.

If we stop the bombers before they've
made the correct response, the cell
leader could remote detonate.

Zulu 8. Fox 2 has stopped
at north end of market.

Zulu 8, hold position.
CO19 have eyeball.

We have to put down the mobile phone
network. Not yet. Ros? Not yet!

If we take down the mobile network,
they'll know.

They'll be told to detonate if the
send-and-receive pattern's broken.

We have to take them out one by one.
We can't have civilians
killed by MI5, not again.

Call coming in from Nadif.

Looks like you were
right to wait, Ros.

PHONE RINGS

MOBILE RINGS

NADIF: '3...5...9.'

4, 3, 1.

Call's cleared.

Numerical call and response code.
I'll look for a pattern
in the numbers.

I need bomb disposal to
deactivate the device ASAP!

Gold leader, Fox 2's clear. Take him.

Come with us, please. No noise.

Oy! What are you doing?

Fox 2 is down and device
neutralised. Thank you.

High res imaging on the device as
soon as you can, the object itself
ASAP. Thanks very much. One down.

Two to go. Three including Ben's.

Zulu 9, stand by to take Nadif.

Alive if you can, dead if
you have to. Where's Harry?

He'll get our messages. Targets for
the rest Malcolm, soon as you can.

'Harry Pearce.
Please leave a message.'

Want another one?

Mm.

Are you...sure about this, Harry?

It's a very serious
accusation, you know.

Absolutely. Somebody has been
talking to the Russians.

Now this um...

er...what do you call it?

Sugar Horse.

Sugar Horse? Yes, what was it?

Um...an operation,
er...an agent, an asset, what?

Let's just leave it at the best
kept secret we ever had.

Ah, good lad.

Serves me right for asking.

But, er...whatever it was,
er...your, best kept secret,

Boris knows. Are you sure?

I'm sure.

We recently recovered a man
we misplaced in Moscow.

They held him for eight years.

His torturers apparently
knew about Sugar Horse.

Hmm. And, er...who at 5 knows?

Hugo Prince, Richard Dolby,
the DG naturally, me - that's it.

Well, I'd stake my life
it's not you, Harry.

The DG? Nah.

No, no, unthinkable,

and if it was Hugo,
at least the danger is over.

I did a piece at his memorial.

Remember? Yes, I remember,
the Ning Nang Nong thing.

The other possibility, Dolby.

What, your new boss?

Now, careful, Harry.

Can't make it him, just because
he's the most frightful little tick!

One must have some proof.

Er...why can't you put
your team onto it?

It's too sensitive for
an in-house investigation.

I need an outside eye,
somebody with discretion.

And you think flattery will
get you everywhere, do you?

PHONE BEEPS

I've gotta go.

Come back when you can, Harry.
We'll get to the bottom of this.

We've got a big problem.

Harry Pearce was just here.

Yes, some imbecile mentioned
Sugar Horse to one of his officers.

Serious? It's a disaster.

And Ben? Staying composed,
which is exactly what we need.

I'm on my way. Oh, I'm fine
as well, thanks for asking(!)

Fortunately, I never need
to ask about your composure.

Target update, Ros.

Ben and Jawad are moving
towards Cresswell Market.

CO19 on standby, three minutes away.

Tell them to report on arrival.

Well, you were right, Ros.
Whoever built this wasn't
taking any chances.

Three ways to detonate: timer,
manual detonator and remote.

Nadif knows what he's doing.

OK, we need to move. Take Nadif and
the remaining Fox. Let's finish this.

Clear! Clear!

Clear!

Target in site.

Put the phone down and put
your hands above your head now!

There's more than
one way to be a martyr.

A big fish needs bait.

Visual on Hawk and Fox 3.

Lucas, we've got Nadif. Contain Fox
3 until bomb disposal get to you.

She's all right, innit.

Hey look, that guy's following us.

What guy? The caf.

Over there, bruv, over there.

Fox 3 is panicking.
He could detonate. I swear
I saw him before, innit?

CO19 and REME should have visual on
you any moment. CO19 standing by.

Look, it's cops!

We gotta call Nadif.

Jawad, listen...

What's going on? It's over, Jawad.

But I ain't done nothing, what...?

Nadif played you. The bomb's alive.

'Zulu 1, CO19 gold leader.
Understand I have one friendly on
the ground and request visual ID.

'It's all a bit KBS this end.
We're light on detail.' Which do
they mean - Ben or Lucas?

Armed police! Armed police!
Call sign Hawk.

I'm an MI5 officer!
Kill shot authorisation revoked.

I've got it. Go!

Put your hands where I can see you!
Don't move your hands!

I said, don't move your hands!

Jawad! Don't move
your hands. Do not move! No!

Do not move! We will shoot you!

Do not move your hands!

No!

GUNSHOT

WOMAN SCREAMS

Target Fox 3. Kill confirmed.

Thank you, gold leader.
One more, we have our fur coat.

Where are the firearms and bomb
squad for Finsbury Market?

He couldn't have detonated.

I took the charge out of mine
in the toilets, switched bags.

You all right?

He was scared.

He was really scared. Not scared
enough to stop him from
going through with it.

We'll never know. He
thought it was a rehearsal.

How much pity did he show
when you were watching those
internet beheadings?

How many tears did he shed?

Come on. Let's get you out of here.

MOBILE RINGS

New call coming in.

Unknown number. Tracing now.

Shit! It's withheld number.

MALE RP VOICE: '2, 9, 7, 1.'

Malcolm?

Nadif's not the remote detonator.

He's not the remote detonator and Fox
1's still live! I've worked it out.

Response is 4...

4...

7. 7.

2. 2.

3. 3.

Still no trace,
keep him on the line.

'Where's Jawad?' What it is,
he needed the toilet, innit.

Gave me the call and told me
to answer if you called.

'Let me speak to him.'
He'll be back in a minute.

He's gone.

Not long enough.

We've been played from the start.
He's not the big fish after all.

If it's not Nadif...? It has
to be the person that gave us
Nadif in the first place.

Marlin.

It's too late to put down
the mobile network.

Clear the area around the target.
Repeat - clear the area
around the target!

Suspect must be
immobilised immediately!

Take the last Fox down.

Everyone clear the area!
There's a man with a bomb.

Everyone out of the street!
There's a bomb!

Move, move, move!
Out of the street...

Clear now! Move!

KEYPAD BEEPS

Clear! Now!

Move!

SHE GASPS

KEYPAD BEEPS

DISTANT EXPLOSION

RADIO CRACKLES

Zulu 3, respond.

Zulu 3, respond.

'Zulu 3, respond.'

I'm here, I'm here. I'm here.

Status update, Zulu 3.

Talk to me.

Two CO19 officers down...

..but no civilian casualties.

'Thank you, Zulu 3.'

'All other devices neutralised.

'We need you back on the grid.'

Two fatalities,
both ours, no civilians.

Jo? Still with us. What the hell
happened? We got our Mr Big wrong.

Nadif was set up. By Marlin. Adam's
contact in Pakistani Intelligence.

He'll be halfway
to Islamabad by now.

We'll get him back. Brilliant plan.

MI5 watch bombs being delivered. One
of their own becomes suicide bomber.

We'd have become a byword
for incompetence.

A bomb still went off.
And three didn't!

If you had panicked, all
the bombs would have detonated.

A massive propaganda victory
for al-Qaeda, as the security
services are shown to be

incapable of protecting their own
citizens. That's what they wanted,
Ros, and that's what we stopped.

And where the hell were you?!

An operation like that going down?
Working.

Oh! And you left her in charge!
Starting to understand how
the cat's mother felt.

Our intelligence told us
this was a dry run.

Well, your intelligence was wrong.

What happened? It's not clear.
We are going in to see
the Home Secretary.

"It's not clear" won't cut it!

We?!

Right,
I found you a change of clothes.

Jo...

Jo, we can't have you on the grid
like that. Do you understand?

Can you manage getting
cleaned up or do you want help?

I can manage. Good.

My ears are ringing.

I know.

They're ringing! Yes, it'll pass.

It'll pass, I'm fine.

PEOPLE SCREAM

He was a family man, I think.

His wife might be getting the news.
He had a family. Not unlikely.

His wife's probably getting the news
now and his children. Come on,
it's all right. It's all right.

Might be a small consolation,
but there are scores of wives

not getting the news
because of what he did.

Check every camera.
Marlin could have been nearby
when the bomb went off.

You OK? I will be.

Ben, this was your first undercover
op. If you need to talk about it...
I'm fine.

You were right.

Jawad chose not to
be with his family.

Something he said.

But we all make choices
and he chose.

I'd have taken the shot myself.

All right.

But my offer stands.
If you want a de-brief
over a beer, I'm here for you.

I know what it's like.

Thanks.

MOBILE RINGS

Marlin.

All right.

He wants to talk to me.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Talk to him!

You came alone?

Or is there a sniper with
a bead on me right now?

I came alone. Because you know that
one way or another, I'm a dead man.

Because I knew that if you
kept the appointment,

you had no intention of
running anywhere. Where's Nadif?

Oh, he's in a very bad
and dark place, of course.

It's very clever, to make us
think that he was the Mr Big.

Do you think I am the Mr Big?

It's just one doll, inside another,
inside another.

Well, you're big enough for now.

I can't let you go.

I'm no longer a part of any of this.

I didn't join them because
I believe in their Caliphate.

Although I see it as no worse
than the corrupt, godless
regimes you support.

Then why?

My family. They got to my family.

I would do anything to
protect my family from harm.

This is the only way
I can protect them now.

Goodbye, my friend.

GUNSHOT

While ultimate authority lies
with the head of section D,
the operational running

was of course handled by
a senior security officer.

So it would be unfair for
any blame to attach to Harry.

I think he's referring to me,
Home Secretary. I think he might be.

Ros... No, really, Harry, it's fine.
I was in charge of the operation.

I don't expect gratitude.
I don't care about
peoples' opinion of me.

That is becoming increasingly
apparent. So sack me.

Get someone better to do the job.

You can't,
so please let's stop wasting time
trying to find scapegoats.

Our enemy's smart. If this were
easy it could be dealt with by the
number 10 press office. Am I right?

Which part of Harry did they
use when they cloned you?

One of our officers risked his life,
two police officers died.

We could live with a few bad
write ups or the supercilious
smirk from the officer class.

Won't be the last time al-Qaeda
get one past us, but we'll be
better prepared next time.

You were right and I was wrong.

About downgrading the threat level.

Obviously, as a politician, I won't
be getting up and announcing that
at the despatch box.

You'll have to take flack from the
press. Goes with the territory.

Having said that, you were right
and I was wrong. Er, I think...

I have to brief the PM,
but there's nothing more to say
about it. Good day, everybody.

Thank you, Miss Myers.

Thank you, Home Secretary.

TV: 'Due to the courage
of our security services,'

three devices did not explode,

and the one that did caused
no civilian casualties.

I cannot guarantee that the
bombers will not strike again.

But I can guarantee that we will
not hesitate in our determination

to defeat those for whom death and
suffering is their only currency.

Here, here!

I heard.

Yeah.

You?

What was he like?

Jawad? Hmm.

Angry...manipulated.

Wrong.

Such certainty.

I don't understand.

We don't have to understand them.

We just have to stop them.

Hey, there. Hey, yourself.

I heard you gave the politicians
both barrels earlier.

When it comes to politicians,
my only regret is only
having the two to give them.

You were right, though. We've got
nothing to reproach ourselves for.
Yeah, we do.

The bastards got one past us.
Ever since I was a girl,
I've been annoyingly competitive

and a perfectionist,
and that really annoys me.

I bet that annoys
your friends as well.

What did you say to Marlin about
friends? Overrated I think it was.

Not a big one for
dinner parties myself.

Colleagues, then? Yeah.

lovers leave, friends annoy you,
families mess with your head.

Colleagues are OK.

Ah, where are we starting?

The very beginning.
That's a good place.

Ah, but are they to be trusted?

Yes, they are. All of them?

All of them.

Even the most senior?

Particularly him.

Harry sweated blood to get you
back. He'd rather die than let
anything ever happen to you.

Yeah.

Colleagues are OK.

These files have two things in
common. They represent compromised

operations and they involve
Richard Dolby.

In either planning
or execution level.

You were careful getting them out?

Of course, like you told me.

Hmm, you and me, eh?

The old team.

I'll tell you what's not acceptable.

Knowing there's a key terrorist
here and not telling your ally.

Lost visual. Confirmed. There's no
shame in asking for help.

I will.

I think I've found a leak. We've
been sniffing at the wrong dart.

They want to talk.

Should we do this? It's a risk we
have to take. All wars have victims!

I kept my side of the bargain.
Identify the target.

You are making a big mistake, Harry.

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