All language subtitles for Spooks.s04e09.The.Sting

Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.

Just imagine what Adam's
going through. Imagine that.

The security of the state
depends on my mind? Doesn't it?

Who the hell do you think you are?
I'm MI5.

You need me to do this,
and I need to do it.

Very well.

Adam. MI5 agent, estate agent. . .

They work.
It's great. I'll come back.

Thanks, Harry.

Did she say anything before?

She said, "Look after Wes. "
I'm going to tell him now.

This is a priority, Harry,
we have no choice!

But the Americans are drowning us
in paperwork, Juliet.

Their paranoia knows no bounds.
Everyone is a potential terrorist.

You know that the PM values
his relationship with the Americans
above all others,

so if the CIA want our. . .

But what they're asking for is so
over the top, as to be ludicrous!

I mean, have you even seen what
they want? Take a look at this list.

Their requests for assistance would
monopolize my entire staff.
That is what they're paid for, Harry.

We have more important things to do!
Tell that to the Foreign Office.

Adam.

She's not staying
for a cup of tea then?

What are these?
Just couriered over by the CIA.

Latest updates and profiles
on the people they're watching.

When can I tell them
we'll give feedback?

Right. . . I think my phone's ringing.

TV: 'The US military build up on the
borders of Iran continued today.

'This time, with the arrival
of the USS Enterprise,

'which was used extensively
during the Iraq War.

'Despite this,
the President issued assurances

'that the US wants to avoid war
at all costs. '

They'll run out
of countries to invade.

I don't think America
want another war.

When did that ever stop it
from happening?

There's another extradition.
Private chopper, Isle of Dogs.

Oh, for God's sake!

TYRES SQUEAL

Yeah, that's our guy.
Get him out of here.

Adam Carter. How can we help you?

A word of advice.

When you're out kidnapping a foreign
citizen from his home country,

make sure none of his neighbours
see your goons pile him into a van.

Kind of gives it away.
I'll remember that. . . next time.

There won't be a next time.

Not in this country.

You see,
we have this pesky 1963 Act,

which gives us the right
to check documents relating to
immigration and departure issues.

Well, there won't be a problem,
since we don't have documentation.

They can't get away with this, Harry.
This is the third time in a month.

If you want to extradite this man,
you go through the due process.

We'd love to. Damn it, Adam,
don't you see the news?

The world's on the brink of war,
if we let people like him spout off,

all hell could break loose in Iran.
You're not taking him, Alex.

As long as you're standing on
this soil, you're under UK law. No!

I'm under US law and that allows
us to pick up anyone who we believe

to be a threat to our national
security, anywhere in the world.

Let's have coffee sometime.

PHONE RINGS

Now listen to me, Alex,
and listen carefully. Harry?

I don't care if that man
killed Abraham Lincoln.

You are not kidnapping any more
British citizens, not on my watch.

You're going to hand him over to us,
or Adam will use
whatever force necessary

to bring you and your cohorts back
to sample the minimalist charms
of our basement holding cells.

Have you even seen the files on
this guy? You're missing the point.

Whatever you're accusing him of, he's
a British citizen. He has rights.

Don't mess with us, Harry.

Not on this one. Try me.

You getting this, Adam? Every word.

We're ending this round up,
here and now.

Lewis Khurvin - there's nothing in
his report we haven't already seen.

It's your call.
Are we going to detain him or not?

Well, he's no more dangerous
than any of the other hundreds
of radicals out there.

I know it's difficult but what are
we supposed to do, lock them all up?

It fuels their anger. Keep him under
surveillance. If he steps out,
pull him in, like the others.

Subject has arrived home at 5.47pm.

Switching to internal surveillance.

That's the log for the day.

Anything interesting?
I'd give it a U rating.

Well, I'm back to Thames House. Give
me a call if it gets more exciting.

BELL RINGS

Police reports
are still coming in

about yesterday's murder
of two government officers.

A leaked memo suggests
that a British-Iranian man,

suspected of terrorist activities,
could be involved.

There was nothing in Khurvin's file
to suggest he was a present danger
to this country or the US.

One had three-year-old twins.
I read the files.

You must see how this looks, Harry.

The CIA feel vindicated.
You can't over-ride The White House
and expect no repercussions.

Just when did this country
become a US colony?

Oh, for God's sake! Lewis Khurvin
cold-bloodedly murdered two
of my officers in broad daylight!

He did that because what he plans
is much bigger than a double murder.

My priority is to track him down and
prevent him perpetrating that act.

What?

Juliet?

Our relationship with the
Americans is so important right now.

No-one wants a war with Iran.

You let the guy go for God's sake.
It was a judgement call.

It was the wrong one!

So, what?

If there was something
I could do, I would.

You're out, Harry.

I'm sorry.

Look, I am prepared to stick
my neck out for my friends,

but not when the odds
make it pointless.

I'll try to remember that.
Yes, because I'm not going to
baby-sit you lot forever.

The sooner they work out who'll run
this, the better. It could be you.

Don't you think you should
wait for the hearing
before redecorating his office?

Adam, the outcome
is a foregone conclusion.

The PM and the Americans. . .
Give me a break!

Bollocks. If every politician
who screwed up got the sack,
there wouldn't be any left!

Harry is finished.

So, if you play your cards right. . .

You've been sitting
behind a desk for way too long.

Lewis Khurvin is a highly dangerous
terrorist and I want him found.

Anything else can wait. What about
the CIA's assistance requests?

They're coming in by the dozen.

I heard you're good
at multi-tasking, Ruth.

It's what Harry would have said,
but it sounds better coming from him.

You'll get used to it.

Look,
I know this is very unfortunate.

You're all fiercely loyal to Harry
and I respect that.

But we have a job to do and I'm
sure that finding Lewis Khurvin
is what Harry would want most.

More importantly, it's what I want.
Do I make myself clear?

Now remember Harry
is under investigation, which
means he's strictly off limits.

In case any of you
were thinking otherwise.

Is it just me, or does anyone
else feel like strapping her
to a car battery?

She had a point though. Excuse me?

Harry made the wrong call.

And because of that, two men I
talked to minutes earlier, are dead.

Maybe if the Americans
didn't grab people off our streets
it wouldn't have come to this.

Obviously not so indiscriminate!
It doesn't matter anyway.

Harry wouldn't have stayed on.
Not after something like this.

I'm sure he'd resign.
They just beat him to it.

No, he would have. . . Enough.

We have to find Khurvin.

And meanwhile. . .
Meanwhile nothing.

Look, if Khurvin launches an attack,
it could light the blue touch paper

that sends us into an
all-out conflict with Iran.

We find Khurvin.

PHONE RINGS

I'm ready.

TV: 'Against a backdrop of increased
military build up in the area,

'the US president today repeated
his accusation of Iranian support
of international terrorism.

'The Prime Minister
is expected to issue a statement
in the house today. '

Lewis Khurvin. 27,
born in Tehran, father Iranian,
mother Irish, hence Lewis.

Family moved here when he was six.
He's also not a fan of Americans.

Our cells would be full if we
detained everyone sharing that.
What else?

He was on our radar but no more
than a lot of the internet freakshow.

Erm, "It is time for righteous
brothers to rise up in defence

"of those slaughtered by the
crusaders in Chechnya, Iraq etc. "

It's not like we haven't heard that
before. He was a fan of Mushta Islam
which in Farsi is. . . Fist of Islam.

If Khurvin had those connections. . .
Mushta Islam smash cars filled with
explosives into police stations.

OK, get security increased
at all high-profile targets,

especially around Westminster,
Scotland Yard and the embassies.

It gets worse, take a look at this.

This has just been sent over
from the CIA.

And if you could pixilate
an accompanying sneer,
we'd be looking at it.

Oh, dear. Doesn't look
like a paintball outing.

According them, this is Khurzin
at a Mushtaf Islam camp last July.

Why wasn't this in the file
they originally sent over?

There was a two-month gap.

How convenient these should
just pop up now.

I'm sorry, this has got fake
back-story all over it.

They wanted him, it's their way
of getting carte blanche next time.

Pretty clever to fake two men
with their brains on walls.

We have to come back to this, Ruth.

He killed two M15 officers so he
could slip back under the wire.

What's he gonna do next? OK, I want
every connection chased down,

starting with the neighbours
who called us about his arrest.

I want that pulled to pieces
to check its authenticity.

I'm off to inform Juliet
that we have a substantial lead
on Khurvin's whereabouts.

Find me one.

Look, I don't know Harry
as well as you.

I mean,
I think he made a mistake, but. . .

Getting picked up like that, with
no due process, no day or night,

no Red Cross visits.

Harry was right to insist
that we be sure before we let
them do that to a British citizen.

You OK?

The guys that Khurvin shot -
they were joking with me,
just before it happened.

I wasn't trying to undermine Harry.

I do understand, you know.

TV: 'Can Ollie do it? Two more
questions between you and �50, 000.

'Ollie, geography.

'What is the current name
of the country formerly known
as Portuguese West Africa?' Angola.

'Tanzania?' Tanzania? !

'No, Angola.
Last chance. Entertainment.

'Who played the role of Sheriff
Wyatt Earp in the 1946 John Ford
movie My Darling Clementine?'

Henry Fonda. 'Kevin Costner?'

Costner! Wasn't even born then.
Bonehead!

'US military build-up on the borders
of Iran continued. . . '

You knew it wasn't Kevin Costner,
didn't you, boy? Yes, you did.

'Despite the build up,

'the President assured us that the
US wants to avoid war at all costs

'and his repeated. . . '

I'm sorry. Well, give us a call if
you remember anything relevant. Yeah.

Talk about a sense of belonging.

You'd think Khurvin
lived in a bubble.

It's the same story
all along the street.

Nobody wants to admit
seeing anything.

If someone was prompted to dial
999 and tell us he was kidnapped,

why won't they talk to us now?

Come on. Let's go.

So, you have no target,
you have no weapon

and you say from Khurvin's file, you
have no idea of what he's planning.

Call that headway?
We hit a brick wall.

Suddenly nobody wants to know
the guy. What about the neighbour?

We've traced the 999 call to a
pay-as-you-go mobile, paid in cash.

No-one wants to own up
to having made that call.

I spoke to Special Branch.
They're not making headway either.

Plus, I've got the Secret Service
swamping us with more requests.

Tell them to take a number and wait.

We completed a preliminary analysis
of the training-camp photo.

You want the bad news first?

We cross-matched the topography
of the mountains in the background.

It's near Farah,
close to the Afghan/Iran border.

A Mushta Islam stronghold.
Do we know when the photo was taken?

Yeah, well,
using the date on this newspaper

and position of the sun, we have a
date when it was taken. Which was?

July the 28th of last year,
give or take a week,

because we can't be sure
this was of that same day.

It fits with the months missing.
If he was at the Farah camp. . .

Extremely highly trained.
And he was released.

Good news?

Actually, it's just worse news.
The photo's genuine.

Now, we looked at matching the
resolutions of the shadows and the
area around the ears and the neck -

those are the usual weaknesses -
but there was nothing out of place.

So Khurvin was definitely there?
Either that, or this
is an incredibly well-made fake.

Why don't we run his file
through link analysis?

I'm just saying, I mean,
I know it's a big file. . .

It's a radical new way
of accessing, organising data. . .

known as the waterfall. Look,
Kevin, I know exactly what it is. . .

Too many links.

Khurvin knows we're chasing him,
so he'll strike quickly.

We just haven't got time.
In the absence of the thousands
of analysts at the NSA,

I have to say
that I agree with Ruth.

I agree, of course,
you're. . .you're right, only. . .

You see, we've managed to tweak
their software somewhat. Tweak it?

Yes. We've layered a weighting
algorithm onto it, so it doesn't
throw up a ton of links to check,

it lists them according to
importance, relevance if you like. . .

and it's Colin.

Oh?

So, er,
what are you waiting for, Colin?

So the American's were right
about Khurvin. And we let him go.

TV: 'A secret report leaked today
in Washington claims Lewis Khurvin,

'the terrorist
thought responsible for the deaths

'of two government officials,
was flagged

'as a security risk by the CIA
up to three months ago. '

Scarlet. 'Downing street
has refused to comment on the. . . '

Morning, Malik.

Thank you.

ENGINE STARTS UP

It's been chewing up his bank
details, credit cards,

travel movements,
college classmates and tutor lists,

mobile and cell positioning,
NHS files. . .

Won't the Americans have done this?

Yes, but we have access
to information that they don't have.

By marrying the two, we can
find new links that they won't.

Anyway, so far it hasn't found
anything hugely out of the ordinary,

except for this.

He used this cash point
in Paternoster Square
three times in the last month.

We can pinpoint which route he took
from his underground travel pass.

Interestingly, he never took
the most direct route.

So, he took three trips to the City
and took an odd route and. . . ?

The cash point's nowhere near
anywhere he'd normally go to.

Not his college, not his mosque,
no friends or work. . .

It's something. Ruth, let's
get down there. Keep running it.

Why was Khurvin
using this particular cash point?

Why was he here?

What do you see?

Well, they're all here
cos it's where they work.

There are no outsiders. So Khurvin
was here to meet someone.

And whoever it was
will work close by.

Colin, look for a link
between Khurvin and all the offices
within 100 metres of this spot.

Calls, fax, e-mail, anything. Adam,
there are a lot of offices around.

What if we can't find anything?

If we don't find anything,
we'll expand the radius to
200 metres and keep going.

He had to be here for a reason.
PHONE RINGS

Who's that?

Thank you very much.

What was that all about? Harry.

Interesting choice for a dog house,
Harry.

I thought you'd appreciate the irony.

Next trial's in five minutes.

Trial? What's that?

It's how they work out grading -
how fast they go, whether they
run better on the rail, off it.

It's also a good opportunity
to inspect the form. Right.

You OK?

Eating well?

Ruth's just worried about you,
you know, she's worried you're
living off crisps and canned tuna.

Sweet. No, the food she sent was
more than enough. She'll be pleased.

So, any luck tracking down
our elusive Mr Khurvin?

I can't talk about it Harry,
you know how it is.

Thanks for coming. You'll get
a bollocking when you get back.

The wonder is they can afford
to keep me under surveillance.

What do they think
I'm going to do?

I guess it's standard procedure -
leaving under a cloud.

You haven't come down here checking
up on me, have you, Adam? Harry?

Oh, sorry.

How's Wes? You should bring him
down here, you know.

Father-son bonding and all that.

He'd like that.

It's hard for him without his mum.
How are you doing?

It feels like something's broken
that can never be fixed.

I'm selling the house.
Wes and I need a clean start.

Come on, let's walk.

DOGS BARK

I want you to get a copy of Khurvin's
file. Everything we've got. Why?

We're missing something. I don't
know what but we've got to be.

I'm going to miss working with you.
The feeling's mutual.

The strongest connection
the link analysis found is this -

Cardassia Financial Services.

They buy bad debt. When you default,
they come for twice the amount.

Khurvin owed money on his card?

Cards. He had three of them with
over 11 grand outstanding
and paid Cardassia several visits.

That doesn't seem right.

Mushta Islam
are not short of wealthy sponsors.

Why would they leave
a leading light with bad debt?

The point of a debt recovery
is they come after you.

Which is promising
because we like unusual.

Something else doesn't seem right.
State-of-the-art firewalls.

Well, which you'd hope for

from a company that
has financial and personal details
of thousands of people.

Yes, but you wouldn't really
expect them to also have E-Bing.

Oh, well, you've lost me there.

A computer that isn't linked to
the outside world via a phone line

presents problems for us to hack.

We tried using transient
electro-magnetic pulse emanation
surveillance technology -

Tempest - a technique
which recognizes the pattern
of characters on the screen

via the tiny radiation they let off.
Tempest reads through walls?

It can read through pretty much
anything. Tempest couldn't read
Cardassia's computers?

No. Because they have E-Bing
which disguises the screen
with a cloud of radiation -

a bit like a plane firing out chaff
to fool a missile.

Somewhat over the top
for a debt recovery company.

So, er, who is Khurvin's bailiff
at Cardassia? This man.

Mr Nick Pollard. He's American.

Been here nine months,
came here to set up Cardassia.

We're running background checks
on him, and GCHQ are monitoring
his calls, but he seems clean.

Seems clean? A terrorist,
with credit card debts,

who visited the company
to whom he owed money.

And a company with technology out of
all proportion to their activities.

We focus all our attention
on this Mr Pollard.

Jo, we'll break into his office
and find out what he's hiding
behind his cloud in Cardassia.

Oh, it's not my best angle.

What were you doing?

What does it look like?
I'd hate to speculate.

I was just making sure
he was all right.

That all?

I'm not stupid, Juliet.
I know the protocol.

And besides, I assume you've
read the transcripts, haven't you?

You know the rules about contacting
people. . . Of course I do.

But I also know you need to bend
the rules when supporting a friend.

I know this hasn't been the
easiest year for you. But, Adam,

are you sure you're as committed
to this job as you need to be?

If I've given you reason to doubt
it, let's hear it. Just don't
disappoint me, that's all.

It depends on your expectations.
Now, I've a break-in to plan.

She missed her calling. Really?
As what? A Victorian headmistress.

Ruth, I need you to copy the whole
Khurvin file onto a memory card. . .
very discretely. Why? For Harry.

How is he? Later.

You're contract cleaners
working for a maintenance company.

Here are your IDs.
Electronic swipe card,

programmed for the sixth floor,
where Pollard's offices are.

Bear in mind every doorway
is equipped with a scanner,

so security can see where
everyone is at any given moment.

If you go anywhere else,
you'll trip an alarm,

so memorise your route
and stick to it.

Adam, how are you doing?

We're ready to go. Zaf?

Alpha team set. Alpha three and
four are in position. It's official.

We are go. Repeat, we are go.

Eyes on. Pollard is on the move.

Adam, he's on the move.

Handing over visual to alpha two.

Target heading for western exit.

Alpha two, are you in position?
Affirmative, Scorpion.

Let's not crowd him,
give him space guys.

Got him.

The security system's logged you
into the building. Go to the
end of this corridor and turn left.

Breaking off now.

Eye ball.

He's on course for the river.

Subject heading south
on grid reference 22F.

Alpha three,
move into primary position.

He's crossing the road.

What's he doing?

Alpha five from alpha three,
no visual on subject.

That guy's
had counter-surveillance training.

You can tell by the way he ties his
shoelace. Show me again, Malcolm.

Zoom in!

His shoelaces weren't undone. Zaf,
don't let your people get too close.
Pollard is looking for a tail.

Adam,
be careful in Pollard's offices.

I think he's a professional.

Ah. . . One second.
He seems to have changed the c-code.

You do surprise me.

Try that.

Thank you, Malcolm,
I think we'll take it from here.

When the future lets you down.

Bravo one ready for handover,
on grid reference 24A.

Roger, Bravo one.

37829.

Let's hope he hasn't changed it.

Wait. Don't touch anything.

See.

Everything's arranged around them,

but it just seems haphazard.

You sometimes use bits of cotton,

piles of clothing or papers.
Either way, if we move anything,
he's gonna know about it.

How do you know
which files to download? I don't.

Subject is on the bridge.
Alpha two, proceed with caution.

Everyone be careful, this bridge
is the best choke-point in London.

Subject turned 180.

Alpha two compromised.
He's turned back.

Repeat, turned back.
My whole team is redundant.

Adam. . . Pollard is on his way back.
Shit. How long?

It. . . it took him, er, 2.30 to get
to where he was, so, say two minutes.

Bravo one, to Bravo two.
Stand down. Repeat, stand down.

Adam, he's speeding up,
I think he must be on to us.

Get your stuff and go. Go on.

If Pollard spots a thing
out of place, we're screwed.

Come on.

He's definitely speeding up.
Zaf, he needs to be slowed down.

Can't do it, my team are redundant.
We can't risk the same face twice.

OK, pull out now, we can't risk
Pollard catching you. No, Juliet.

We've got no links to Khurvin
other than this hard drive.

If he catches you in there,
we'll have nothing.

He's crossing the square.

Thirty seconds.

He's coming through the front
entrance. Twenty seconds.

Got him, crossing the lobby, Adam.
Adam. Pull out, that's an order!

I'm getting as much as I can,
it's our only hope.
He's in the lift. 11 seconds.

First floor. . .second floor. . .

third floor.

Adam, come on.

Sixth floor, he's on your level.

Nice night out?

I thought you were some weirdo.

I may not be your boss anymore,
there's no need to be insulting.

How did you know I'd be here?

A couple of months ago,
I passed you standing
at the bus stop in the rain.

I was being driven home,
and to my eternal shame. . .

and now regret. . .

I didn't stop.

That's fine.

I like the bus.

I have something for you.

Thanks.

Keep an eye on Adam for me.

He's st. . .

(Thank you. )

Adam.

Something terrible has happened.
What? The plan of the office,
for the break in.

I've gone through everything
and I can't find it anywhere.

I think I left it on Pollard's desk.

Well, that's it, we're dead.
It's over. Oh, God.

You bastard.

Yeah. Maybe. Sometimes.

How are you getting on
with Pollard's computer?

Not so good. There's one folder
we can't crack yet.

The encryption
is highly sophisticated,
unusual for a civilian.

I have put GCHQ on it.

The rest are information
for credit cards.

Including information on Khurvin?
Yes.

You can get an idea
with this information.

Spending habits,
where and when he's been to places.

Plus credit card companies
share data. It's all here.

This debt collection agency
is a great way
to recruit potential candidates.

What, you think Pollard's CIA?
Well, it would explain
all this high-tech wizardry.

You said he used
counter-surveillance techniques.

Well, why would they recruit Khurvin
and ship him off to Guantanamo?
Why not ask the CIA?

I ran him through our systems.

He's not one of ours.
Sure about that?

Juliet,
we've never heard of Pollard.

You want my advice?
Concentrate on Khurvin.

Why are you wasting your time
on some American business man,

instead of getting your guys
to work WITH us
on the stuff that really matters?

Because his name came up.

It sounds like one of Harry Pearce's
wild ideas.

It's not. You wouldn't be trying
to help him by finding a connection
where there isn't one, would you?

You know me better than that, Alex.

I also know that Harry. . .

isn't just another water-cooler
buddy to you.

That's history.
Are you sure about that?

Run another check on Pollard.
He's American for God's sake.

You must be able to find
some dirt on him.

Morning, Malik.

I'm rusty, but I'm sure
we're on our own, Harry.
You've never let me down.

It's been a while. It certainly has.

Not too much chocolate.
I've been spoiling her lately.

Yeah, the Jack Russell
has a tendency towards portliness.

Oh, not in her earshot,
very sensitive.

Adam ! You need to see this.

I was going over
Khurvin's link-analysis files.

He was prescribed pain killers
last year, so I followed that trail.

He had an infected tooth
which required treatments
over a three-week period.

That was in July last year -
the same month he's posing for
holiday snaps in that training camp.

The photo's are fake.
The best we've seen.

We're being bloody played. Anyone
seen Harry? Why? He's disappeared.

Michael Gorman.

You're a difficult man
to track down.

Not difficult enough, it seems.

The Agency think you're
in South America.

Well, it's a big enough place
to keep them occupied for a while.

Hear about Belgrade? Three dead
American construction workers?

They sent a kill team after me.

Like they don't have enough
to do with their time.

I want to pick your brains.
About Pollard?

He smells like Agency.

Sure, but which agency?

Central Intelligence?
National Security?

Things aren't black and white
for men like this.

Men like you? I'm retired.

Your Head of Station brought you up
on charges for an illegal black op
and you blew up his car.

Exactly what kind of pension plan
do they give you?

It was only supposed to scare him.

I notice we're not talking
in your cosy Thames House office
over a glass of brandy.

It's very difficult to get a pass
for someone who no longer exists.

Hmm, sure. That and you don't have
an office any more? The word is out.

That weight
you like to throw around. . .

it seems like you slimmed down,
my friend.

Men like Pollard. . .

Nixon used to call them The
Horribles - Howard Hunt and Gordon
Liddy. The Watergate burglars.

On a good day.

Freelancers, deniables.

You want something dirty done,
don't want to get bit on the ass. . .
Government work?

Believe me, I'd love to point
the finger at the Agency.

This hasn't got
their dirty paw-prints on it.

They may have trained him, but they
don't own him any more. Who does?

You want the who,
look at the why.

Look at Iraq -

the reconstruction work,
the construction contracts,
oil-drilling rights.

Lot of powerful people
making a lot of money.

They want the Middle East
and they want it piece by piece.

Right-wing Christians, oil barons -
you take your pick.

But Iraq wasn't too popular
and nobody wants Iran next.

Not me, not you, not the people
or the administrations

of either of our countries.
They need a catalyst.

What'll it take for Britain
to get behind a war in Iran?

Fear and a lot of dead bodies
in Britain.

You got a man like Pollard,
you put him in London, have him
look for disaffected Iranians.

Not terrorists, maybe, not yet.

But men and women
of extremist sympathies.

Maybe left to their own devices
they're gonna. . . make some speeches

and write some articles,
go on a march.

But lean hard enough, give them
times and places and the means. . .

And you turn them into soldiers.

Pollard already has his fall-guy,
his Lee Harvey Oswald.

The smart money says
he's arming them up as we speak -

telling him what his target is,
when to pull the trigger.

The legend is prepared,
the patsy is ready.

Whatever Pollard and his masters
have planned, when it comes down,

you get Pollard's boy handed to you,
gift-wrapped in an Iranian flag.

The new face of terrorism.

And they shall have their war.

Did Roscoe know what was happening?
Is that why they tried
to take Khurvin out of the picture?

Roscoe's a foot-soldier.

He's told what he needs to know.

I can't help thinking, to forcibly
remove Khurvin from his house,
put him into orange overalls,

and attempt to transport him
to Guantanamo Bay

may have just been the final push
to send him over the edge.

D'you think Pollard set it up?

I don't think we'll ever know
how much influence
Pollard and his superiors have.

Did Jo manage to trace the neighbour
who made the call? No. Pollard?

Tipped us off,
stopped the extradition.

Whether it's an unlucky coincidence
or a ploy to get our attention,

he couldn't risk having Khurvin
taken off the field.

We think the photo of Khurvin
sent to the CIA, the one in
a training camp, was a fake.

Pollard's manufacturing a legend for
Khurvin, making him the bogey-man.

If Pollard's setting Khurvin up
as the ultimate Iranian terrorist,

what better way of getting our
attention than dead MI5 officers?

Colin is trying to decrypt
the files on Pollard's hard drive.

We've no way of knowing
what they're up to.

Whatever he's planning,
it's gotta be something big enough
to drive this country into war.

Big enough to sway public opinion
behind an invasion of Iran.

Something catastrophic.

Lockerbie, Bali,
World Trade Center.

It's on our doorstep
and on our watch.

Bravo team standby,
standby to take eyeball.

Alpha one. He's gone.
Repeat, he's gone.

Confirming that, no sign of him.

What d'you mean he's gone?
He can't disappear.

Shit! Ruth, Colin, CCTV, any sign?

Not yet.
If we lose him we'll have nothing.

Team, change of horses.

Khurvin, Khurvin heading South.
Alpha two, I'm on him.

Don't contact,
the attack must be imminent.

Alpha's one to three stay
with Khurvin, I'll send back up.
Four and five stay and find Pollard.

What's the news on Khurvin? He's in
a cottage one hour outside London.

No sign of movement
and Colin's still trying
to crack Pollard's computer.

Where is Pollard?

Er, at the office, working late.

Without a weapon, or a target,
we've got nothing.

We need a smoking gun.

Zaf, stand down.
Jo and I will take the night shift.

Khurvin's on the move.

Take these. What are you doing?
I want you to do the looking.

Better be quick.
I can't see a thing.

Slow! Stop!
TYRES SQUEAL

Which way?

Left.

OK, left hander in 100 yards,

50, now!

Left or right? Quickly!
HORN BLARES

Brake in 20, then sharp right.

Do you want them back now?
No, not until we find him.

Roger.
Zaf, I thought you'd gone home.

Yeah, I got bored. No-one to play
with. 20 minutes behind you.

Slow. . . left!

Break, then sharp right.

OK, panic over,
I've got Khurvin's tail lights.

Well done.

Adam, GCHQ cracked
Pollard's encryption.

The file contains terminal blueprints
and air-traffic control data.

According to your GPS,
you're two miles west of the airport.

Adam, you're directly beneath
transatlantic flight approach.

He's marked out the approach zones.
He's gonna bring down a plane.

Khurvin's on the move.

Adam, take him in. Let's go.

Ruth, keep the armed response teams
back. I don't want to scare him off.
Adam, I'm calling in the team.

We have to find the missile.
Khurvin will lead us straight to it.

There could be hundreds of people
on that plane. God knows
what the death count would be.

We won't get a second chance
to find it. It has to be this way.

First plane's coming in.

What was that?
The Radar flash from a missile.

Adam, it's a surface-to-air missile.
You've got 53 seconds. Before?

Before the battery charges
and they fire.

Forty seconds.

Thirty.

RADAR BEEPS

He's got a lock on. Twenty.

Khurvin!

I wouldn't.

Ten seconds.

I don't think we've met.

Roscoe,
I'm sending the package over.

What the Hell is this?

Where's Khurvin? He was shot dead,
whilst attempting
to commit a terrorist act.

Which is why we were trying to
extradite him in the first place.

Except it wouldn't have happened
without this man -

an American,
who is charged with conspiracy
to commit an act of terrorism.

We'll be holding on to him, too.
If he is an American. . .

You want him,
go through the proper channels.

In the meantime, Alex,
inform your superiors

to put their house in order
before they even think
about messing about in mine again.

Think we've picked
a sure-fire winner there, Wes.

What about you, Adam?
What have you backed?

Sweet Juliet. Had to be really,
didn't it? What about you?

You know, she offered me your job?
I thought so. What did you say?
They couldn't afford me.

Don't tell me that my one's
the undersized one?

"Trap five. . .Sweet Juliet. "
Yes, it is.

I get the feeling
I'm being set up here.

You're not part
of some race-fixing syndicate?
.Are you in on this with him?

Give me one of those.
Come on, Harry, which one's yours?

Er, it's a red coat. The one in the
red coat? Twice the size of mine!

Go on, my son, go on!

What's happened to it?
Go on, Juliet!

That's bad luck,
that's bad luck, Adam.

Go on, Jimmy's Lads!

Go on, my son! Go on!

�20 on the nose, a winner.

Lovely!

Now don't spend it all at once,
eh, Harry?

Can we have another go
with the dogs, Uncle Harry?

I don't see why not. Maybe this time
I'll let your father choose the dog.

Dad doesn't know anything
about dogs. He's more of a cat man.

Hah! Says it all.

It's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.

I'd better get up to speed.
Lots of files to read.

I wouldn't want to miss anything.

Don't work too late.

I'll get the last bus.

The security forces
killed the People's Princess.

The Contingent Events Committee.
This is a no-eyes document.

It's meant to be destroyed
in the room after it's read.

It's the greatest scandal
of the age.

MI5 and MI6 did it,
in a joint operation.

Did you ever serve
on the Contingent Events Committee?

This is a crackpot conspiracy theory.

The security forces
killed the People's Princess.

And I'll show you how.

Self-control. Self-denial. These
things keep us together in this job.

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