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This programme contains
some violent scenes and scenes which
some viewers may find upsetting.

Officially,
we're the security service.

Unofficially, we prefer MI5...
or simply 5.

Our main function - to protect
Britain's national security.

You wanted Fort Knox, you got it.
Reinforced steel, security glass.

All fail-safe,
all through THIS key.

Hope this works with her, Tom.
She's a great person.

I want you and Maisie in my flat,
in my life, as soon as possible.

But, Tessa, why?! For the money.

Sorry, Tess. I'm going to throw you
to the wolves.

McCann, terrorist responsible
for the murder of 20 RUC policemen.

You do what I ask
and you'll get it all -

names, dates, everything we've got.

Never underestimate Patrick McCann.

The laptop has explosive in it.

Ellie!

What? Open the door!

Maisie, sweetheart. Where's the...?
Look what have you done?!

Bloody key won't work!
There's a bomb in the computer.

He'll talk you through it.

You should be able
to lift the keyboard.

What does the clock say? 1.15.

14.

13. ..Tom, it's going backwards!

The clock might have a separate
battery that can be disconnected.

There's a screw. I can't see it!

Where's the cutters? Torch?

We've got to clear the area!

Quickly!

SIRENS WAIL
I love you!

ALARM

Is that what I think it is?

Sounds like it. It's a coded
warning. We'll have to evacuate.

There's been an explosion. IED.
South London. No, North London...

Wandsworth. Grid reference...
No, I was just on the bloody phone
to him... What the hell's going on?

I said - explosion, South London.

Can I ask you all please to evacuate
the building. We've just received a
coded warning. Danny, use my mobile.

Walk, don't run! It's ringing!
It's bloody ringing!

PHONE RINGS

Danny, I'm OK.
I'll have to talk later.

What happened?

Safe distance, please...

Nice and easy.

All right, Disposal.

I spoke to him, he's alive.
He's not answering now.

Tom's OK. South London blast? C4
plastic. Target area? Residential.

Who lives down there? The Secretary
of State for Northern Ireland.

We're all clear, sir. The detonator
failed to ignite the explosive.
Thought you'd want to know.

PHONE RINGS
Go away. It failed.

36% of all detonators fail
on improvised explosive devices.

Sometimes nothing happens.
That's very reassuring,
isn't it(?) What's going on?

We're going to go to the doctor's
for a check-up. But I'm fine.
I need to get out of here.

They're just getting an overnight
bag for you. I need to get out NOW.

PHONE RINGS
Answer the phone! We're alive!

I know, but are you OK? Yes, thanks
to McCann's shoddy workmanship.

A bomb just killed
Michael Purefoy at home.
They think his kids were with him.

The car's just there. We know.
..Stay on the line. ..Stay close.

Carnage! How d'we know it's McCann?
His group claimed responsibility.

They're rebranding themselves
The War For Irish Unity. Double
close protection for the blue list.

Liaise with Customs at the ports.
Fence them in and hunt them down.

Coming in?
No, I'll be on my phone and pager.

BEEPING

PHONE RINGS

Yeah.

Mr Crockett.

Davy.

I'm here. So you are.

Side-stepped their little surprise?
Glad to hear it. Where are you?

I'm in a little spot of bother.
Wondered if you could help me out.
You want ME to do you a favour?!

I want to come and work for you.

Is this a defection? You could
say that. I don't believe you.

A little bird told someone
about our chats, Davy.

I need out before someone
retires me permanently.

Your bad morning is
about to get a hell of a lot worse.

I need more than that. My branch
chief's got big plans and things
are gonna get pretty nasty.

The War For Irish Unity's
first national campaign -

suffice to say, it just started.
And you've had a change of heart?

Terror game's changed, Davy.

I'm telling you.

It's scary,

particularly right now.

My sphincter
is tightening at an alarming rate.

I warned you about the laptop. Use
me and you can put a stop to this
right now. Let me send someone.

Is that a yes? Tell me your
location. Is that a yes?! Yes.
Underground car park...

The laptop was a diversion. They
presumed Tom would bring it here.
Security scans would pick it up.

Precisely. They threw in
a coded warning so we'd evacuate.

They wanted all resources here.
So they could assassinate Purefoy.

McCann warned Tom about the laptop.
Why warn him if he was looking
to cause disruption? I don't know.

It was a sweetener. McCann's agreed
to defect. Is he here? We're
fetching him. Keep him out my way.

No sign. Wait.

Executed for collaboration. Saving
Tom's life to try and save his own.

Tom was lucky, that's all.
The bomb didn't go off.

McCann was untrustworthy. If he was
attempting to defect, we must take
what he told Tom to be the truth.

This could be just the beginning.

Urgent incident report, sir,
but I don't have clearance to read
it out. It's on screen for you now.

Another explosion. Longcross.
Get Tom back here. Did you say...?

What?! The military base?
Chief of Defence Staff.

Are you Sam? Yeah.
I need you. This way.

You're late.
Someone was supposed to meet me
downstairs, but they never came.

Bit busy. I was getting the guard's
address and passport number,

like in training.
Get the Longcross staff files.
Some are dead, others injured.

We have to cross-check
their vetting histories. Oh,
and prioritise the living, please.

Special Branch... Not now!

..delivered these passports found in
a forgery raid near Heathrow today.

Run the headshots
through airport-security feeds.

Mortar attack at Longcross Military
Base, but it's seriously classified.

Even the local residents think
it's an Army transport facility.

Whoever's responsible,
I smell a leak in the MOD.

We have an official denial from all
Republican splinter organisations,

including The War For Irish Unity,
but claims of responsibility from 11
other groups - 3 possibles, 8 not.

Get a team onto the possibles
and try Tom again.

PHONE RINGS
Tom. No, Danny, I'm sorry. Tom, the
sky is falling. My family need me.

This is from the top. There's
no negotiation on this. I'm sorry.

Tom? They're staying with me
one way or another, Danny. Make
some space on the third floor.

If I'm coming in...so are they.

You remember Zoe, don't you?
Hello. ..Hiya.

We've got a comfortable room
for you up in the medical centre.

It's not the penthouse, but...
Bed. ..You OK? I'm OK.

I'll be back as soon as I can.
They'll get you anything you need.
We need YOU.

Can you give us a moment alone,
please? Yeah, of course. ..Come on.

What are we doing here?

Give me a chance to clear everything
up. I thought you'd feel safe here.
I'm not the target - YOU are.

This isn't for me. It's for you.

Fill me in. You're not going
to like it. Try me.

Cabinet Minister assassinated
by Republican splinter group,
explosion at Longcross.

But that's Special Forces property,
a weapons-testing centre.
Multiple casualties.

McCann's old group have claimed
responsibility for Michael Purefoy
and denied the other explosion.

What's McCann saying?
McCann's dead, Tom.

They got to him before we could.

The denial could be a ruse.
Not likely. Discount nothing
with McCann, even in death.

Any other candidates for Longcross?
Only one, really. Anyone I know?

Oh, yes. This is now
officially the day from hell.

These passports pitched up
in a forgery raid near Heathrow.

We ran the pictures through
airport security. Miroslav Gradic
entered the UK last week.

The other two men
are presumably his bodyguards.

The Hague's most wanted. Thought he
was hiding in a bunker in Bosnia.
What do you know about him?

On the run for six years. A war
criminal with a taste for genocide.

During the conflict, he was a Serb
commander. Holds the UK responsible
for NATO attacks on Yugoslavia.

NATO holds him responsible
for massacres in Bosnia. No reason
to come here and raise merry hell.

His two sons were killed in NATO
bombing raids over Belgrade.

He's past caring about his safety.
He can't know about Longcross.

You can't look up Secret Military
Installations in Yellow Pages(!)

I'm still not convinced McCann
isn't linked. We both have personal
issues with this. Too bloody right!

Which is why this Irish matter
is now the concern of Section C.
We need our attentions here.

He denied the blast, but he could be
involved. Republican terror groups
take credit for whatever they can.

They've said nothing in this case.
We have to presume
this is nothing to do with them.

The Longcross incident is an attack
on national security.

Finding whoever is responsible
is now officially job number one.

It was a mortar and Gradic is a fan
of mortars. He's used them on
Muslim hospitals, schools, mosques.

Zoe? Gradic'll have a fan base in
the Serbian Mafia over here. We've
five Serbian surveillance ops.

You review Serb surveillance. ..You
source Serbian contacts in non-Mafia
operations. Pincer movement. Tom.

Yeah? Are you sure
you want to be here?

I don't think I have a choice, do I?

Police and neighbours were greeted
by scenes of destruction
following the blast.

Michael Purefoy had only recently
taken up the position

of Secretary of State
for Northern Ireland.

The War For Irish Unity
issued a statement

apologising for "the regrettable
involvement of innocent bystanders"

but defended its actions, asserting
that the Secretary of State was
"a legitimate military target".

Mr Purefoy leaves his wife Carol,
who is in a critical condition.

She is yet to be told of the death
of her husband and her
two daughters, Holly and Sarah.

About ten minutes ago, sir.

BEEPING

I got a package from Six. Gradic'd
three narrow escapes from KFOR.

You only do that
with a tip-off from somewhere. Tom?

Presumably sympathisers in the Serb
authorities on the ground. Yeah,
and who tips them off? ..Exactly.

Guess who just came to work
at the Serbian Embassy? ..Sam, she
just joined. First day? Bad luck.

Rado. He worked in Belgrade for the
then Yugoslav government in Signals
Intelligence, a Gradic sympathiser.

The Serbs are anti-Gradic now.
They'd hardly sanction a supporter.
Some people lie.

You think there's a link
between Gradic and Rado? Yeah.
Get a full profile NOW.

I can do that for you if you like.
I did TC10. I'm good, honest.
All right. Call me at home.

If I don't get some sleep soon, I'm
going to pass out. ..The Hotpoint
guy! I need to marry a plumber.

Are you two married?

Flatmates. All the downsides of
marriage and none of the benefits.
Who ever said there were benefits?

It is you, isn't it?

Zoe?

Oh, my God! That is so mad.
Sarah...

I've not seen you for years!

Come on, fill me in. Last I heard,
you were at Oxford or something.

Yeah. You married? Sprogs?

No. No. Just single. Two cats.

Pushing paper clips, mostly.

Civil Service. Oh, good for you.

I'm still with Paul.
You remember Paul.

I work for Challon & Partners,
law firm. Dunno how that happened.

I think this is me, actually.

Oh, this is my stop, too!

Excuse me.

Sarah, I'd love to go for a drink,
but I've had a bitch of a day
and I'm coming down with something.

Ah, well, see you soon. All right.

Oh, we should swap numbers...

'You have no messages.'

PHONE RINGS
Hello.

Danny, I need you to get a number
for me. Unlisted. Surrey. Sure. Who?
Jane Simm. Ellie's mum.

Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?

No. Please...sit away.

Sitting.

Well sat.

Nice bag.

Isn't it? I'm very proud of that.

You should be. It's magnificent.

Hi. Sorry to call so late.
I was wondering if Ellie's there?

It's a friend. ..Matthew.

Oh, yes. Tom. One minute.

(Ellie, it's Tom...)
MUFFLED SPEECH

She doesn't want
to speak to you. I'm sorry.
DIALLING TONE

Thanks.

Are you...with anyone?
I mean, here?

I'm waiting for a friend, actually.
He's just finishing up at work...

Oh, here he is.
..Jamie, what took you so long?

Sorry. Boss made me work late.
I just got a round of drinks.

Oh, don't worry. (Boyfriend of
six months. You work in the City.
I'm a legal secretary.)

So, Jamie, you work in the City?
Yeah - trader. You?

Corporate finance.

PHONE RINGS
I've got a call.
..I have to take it.

Excuse me.
It was nice chatting to you. Yeah,
and you. Thanks for the drink.

Come on - let's bail.

Er, so what put you off exactly?
His looks? His charm? His money?

Too single, was he? I don't know.
It just gets to me sometimes,
Danny.

Look at Tom and Ellie. They were
perfect for each other,

and this job's made mincemeat of
them. If they can't make it, what
chance have the rest of us got?

What chance have I got?

Danny...I didn't leave those on.

Sorry. I let myself in.
No problem, Tom.

Any progress on our Serbian op?

They've all said the same thing.
That community's sealed.

Yeah. And all our best contacts
were run by Tessa. Tessa is
no longer someone we talk about.

Is she being kicked out?
You got any drink in this flat?

One minute they're safe,

then you open your mouth, a few
words come out - "I'm a spy" -

and suddenly they're a target,
they're a liability for life,

and it's all your fault.

They've been branded. It's like
a hex. It's no-one's fault, Tom.

It's just the job, and we chose it.
I nearly got them killed, Zoe.

Their lives are being ruined
all because of me. It's not true.

Where is she now? Her mother's.

I want to be there for them.

I want to be there, and I can't.

Look, that's what they said.

When the dust cleared at Longcross,
there was a massive shortfall
in one of the munitions stores.

The explosion was a diversion.
They cleaned the place out -
light arms, mortars, explosives.

A smash-and-grab raid. Selling on
or using? I know what my money's on.
He's got to store it all,

presumably close to home.

The Serb community's
brought the portcullis down.

We start knocking on doors, they'll
be 50 miles away before we finish
a street. Registry's got something.

This was taken in a UN safe house
after Gradic's unit occupied it.

It is the end of a diatribe against
Britain. He holds us responsible as
we agree with the US on NATO matters.

Along with everything else.
Why the tears?

He'd just been told
about the death of his sons.

What's he saying? Zoe?

Em...

They bomb trains and hospitals
with innocent civilians inside
and talk to us of war crimes...

Role of Britain in NATO.
Not a big fan.

He's vowing to strike back
at the heart of the enemy - us.

Er... "I will only strike military
targets, as I have always done.

"Only legitimate military targets."

All this from a man
who's butchered innocent civilians
for the last ten years.

You wanted a full profile on Rado.
Look at this.

MI6 had him under surveillance
in Belgrade and when he came here.

If he's in contact with Gradic,
he'll do it in code from
the embassy. What's the way in?

He's a film buff. He goes
to the video shop every day.

He's new in town. He's lonely.
And you're going to be
his new best friend. I guess I am.

Rado has taken the bait.
You're on, Zoe.

How long have you been open?
Not very long.

Hey, I've been trying to get this
at Blockbuster for months.

Wow!

So, how's business...

..Kate?

Oh, you know - quiet.

Yeah, I'll take it.

First an army base, now a munitions
transport, both highly classified
locations - not on any maps.

I've ordered a trawl of MOD files
and personnel records. If it's from
the inside, someone's getting paid.

Military sites are on maximum alert.

Any word from Radovan? Nothing yet.

Let me know when his
next communication arrives.

But we have enough weapons
to start a war.

Who said we were starting a war?

Hello there. How was the film
last night? It was very good.

And a good day at work, I trust?
Not bad. Not bad at all.

What is it you said you did again?

I've never told you what I do.

Too much too soon, Zoe.

I thought
you said you were in banking.

No...I didn't.

Sorry. Just trying to get to know
customers...you know.

That's all right. I understand.

I'm a journalist actually.

Right.

Nicely done, mate.

Can't you work at home if you just
sit in front of a computer all day?
I don't have a computer at home.

Anyway, for my work, I sometimes
need...a very special computer.

Oh, yeah. All sounds very flashy.

Well, I'm not a fan of spy stories.

They always make espionage seem
so exciting...and if you ask me,
it's probably quite the opposite.

The actual job, I mean.
Can't be any more boring than this
one. I don't understand you, Kate.

You talk of changing direction but
do nothing about it. One day, you
will quit this job. Get another one.

You have a CV? Not really.
You're kidding!

Here I am talking to you, and
all the time you're clearly insane.
You don't have a CV? No, sorry.

Well, then,
we must change that at once.

You wanted black, didn't you?
It's his favourite colour.

He'll wear them? If a girl gave you
cufflinks, would YOU wear them?

Yes.
She wasn't asking YOU.

Kate! Hey!
Well, you're running late, I think.

Don't tell anyone. I'm trying
to get another job. I went to get
the details. You make me so proud!

(I'm sorry. I'm very proud.)
(What do you think?)

Um...well...

it's a good CV, but your
presentation... I'm not very good
at layout and stuff like that.

I could redo this for you at work
if you like.
Would they let you do that?

Well, in fact,
I have a better idea...

What the hell's going on?
Old school friend, 12 o'clock.

What's going on?

That girl who just came in, she's
going out with my ex-boyfriend.

She's got it into her head
that I'm the devil. The last time
I saw her she tried to throttle me.

If she sees me, I'll be here
all night. Sam. Come out front.

Listen, listen, this better idea...

I was thinking, we can have a drink
back at my flat and I could go over
your CV with you. What do you say?

All right.

Looking for anything in particular?
Have you got Pretty Woman?

We don't really do
romantic comedies.
I'd try one of the larger chains.

Oh. Thanks anyway.

Don't do that!

It's all clear.

So, um, I'll pick you up later, OK?
OK.

Bye. Bye.

OK, Danny, what's the position now?
Rado and Zoe are in.

Where are you? Driving to Ellie's
parents. What makes you think she'll
speak to you? Reckless optimism(!)

Can you see the flat?
Yep. Light is on and all's well.
All under control here.

Hang on a sec.

Can I help you? Yeah.

What do you want? Your phone.

What are you doing?!

Danny.

Danny!

Danny!

Malcolm? Get a paramedic crew
down to 12 Winton Terrace, SW9...

I need to speak to you urgently.

- Just get the ambulance
and another sentry.
- OK.

- What's the problem?
- It's not good, Tom. It's not good.

Slivovica.

Same to you. It's Serbian brandy.
Made from plums. Try it.

Zivili! To life!

Good stuff!

You can't buy it anywhere.

His brother's first wife had a son.
Rado is Gradic's nephew. He's not
just a sympathiser, he's family.

He was a foot soldier for him. He's
killed for him. We must tell Zoe
before she goes anywhere with him.

- If he finds out who she is...
- Get someone down there now!

A few more of these
and I'll be singing folk songs.
Well, that's what usually happens.

Oh, this country.
Always the same story.

You have this need to demonise.

Look at this.

I don't really read the papers.
Yeah.

Either we Serbs are monsters,
or everyone in the Balkans
is as bad as each other.

Do I look like a monster to you?
..Mmm?

Look into my eyes.

Do I?

Of course not.

Well, you're wrong.

I am a monster.

We are ALL monsters...

somewhere,

but we are no worse, or better,
than anyone else.

We are human beings.

We contain...multitudes...

I'm sorry.

Oh, now, before too many,
let's get your CV.

Um... What?

I was going to wait,
but you're being so nice.

It's not just for the CV, you
know, it's for everything, really.

You're the first person that's
given me confidence - made me think
I could do something with my life.

Sorry, this is so embarrassing.

Well...I don't know what to say.

They're fabulous.

I will wear them every day.

Yeah, right, you hate them! No,

I love them.

Oh, right, well, I'd better be off.

So soon? My sister's staying
with me. She'll be wondering...
You never told me you had a sister.

Well, there's lots of things
you don't know about me.
You're wrong again.

I know a lot about you,

Kate.

Oh, really. How's that?

Because I have your CV!

I know everything about you!

Well, I don't know about that.
Most CVs are full of lies!

Only the good ones!

I will have this for you tomorrow.
I promise. Right.

They really were kids, Tom.
Nothing to do with Rado.

OK...Mr Palmer?

He may have broken a rib.
You're the boyfriend, are you? No.

Well, there is a God.
..May I have a look, please?

Ahh!

Expecting anyone else?
Queen of Sheba(!) Yeah.
She's always in here. Gammy leg.

I'm going to do some x-rays,
all right?

Tough guy like you shouldn't get
hurt. Big lads, were they? Huge.

What do you do,
just go around in a big T-shirt
that says "Please Mug Me"(?)

The cufflinks should pick up
all the keystrokes as he's typing.

How will it understand them?
Because he's typing Zoe's CV.
That's our control document.

Her CV has every letter on a QWERTY
keyboard covered, plus symbols.

We had to give you a colourful past
by the way - nothing personal,
it's just...you know, the alphabet.

BLEEP
He's doing it.

When we know what the keystrokes
sound like on his computer, we can
decode and read everything he types.

The PM's flying back from France.
He wants to convene COBRA, away
from Whitehall and prying eyes.

Why's he convening now? Any sooner
would have been an overreaction.

Attacks have been made on military
targets. It's time to convene.
I agree. So do the Cabinet.

I need some good news to tell them,
Tom. Tell them we're working on it.

Danny, how's the MOD?
Overworked and underpaid.

If there's a mole, they'll be
hiding under a ton of paperwork.
I'll be in the meeting room.

You have to understand something.

I can and I will do anything
to put things right.

Ellie, I love you.
I just...I love you.

Tom.

Tom!

Maisie's been having dreams, Tom.

Bad dreams... Meet me.

I don't know. I'm begging you.

OK.

OK.

What've we got?

This is the most likely message.
Rado typed it this morning.

"Short let wanted by non-smoker
in flat/houseshare. £180 per week."

Rado's communicating with Gradic.
The message has to be code. We have
to presume an attack is imminent.

What do you make a year?
Scale D. £32,000.

Not enough to afford a £300,000
mortgage with the Halifax. MOD
vetting files. There's a lad here.

Jim North. Same pay scale as you.
But if you look at his account,
he's getting a lot of washing done.

Lump sums. He works in Defence
Logistics. Munitions support?

My thinking exactly. Look back
further and the guy's in debt.
No family money either.

This cash is coming from somewhere.
I think I've found our leak.

They just wanted
low-level stuff really.

I work in the admin department
of defence logistics, so it's easy
to access paperwork. Who wanted it?

Freedom of information's important.
They're putting together a map
of secret Britain. I'm with them.

It's going to get published.
There's nothing you can do.
That's what they told you.

You hand over Government secrets
without thinking? I didn't see
anything wrong in what they wanted.

Shit. How did they make the first
approach? Through my...friend. Who
is he? Serbian dude in Hammersmith.

His name is Radovan. How did you
make the exchanges? Dead drops.
We never met. We agreed on a code.

They'd put classified ads
in the paper. It included a
fake phone number we'd agreed upon.

I'd decode the ad. The decoded
numbers would give a page number
in the A-Z and map reference.

That was the time and the place
of the drop. Usually a public lav.

I'd leave the papers on the day,
get the cash the next.
What papers exactly?

Admin paperwork.
Army maps. Arms shipments.
Transport. Whitehall itineraries.

Are you aware of
any other people using this method?
No. What's going to happen to me?

Bad things. I want a solicitor...
Shut up!

In here, there are coded messages.

Some were to communicate with
a mole in the MOD, but we think
there are other messages...

between a Serb contact and Gradic.

We want a grid reference, a place
and time, anything that may be used
to communicate a location on a map.

OK? Ignore any ad that does NOT
conform with the template. Pass
all your work on to Sam. Quickly!

Apologies for the delay.
Let's get started, shall we?

Bloody Nora!

- We're presuming they use the same
code for Gradic and for Jim North?
- Yes.

What if they're targets, not drops?

Three of the ads decode to a grid
system in addition to the ones you
indicated, but they're military.

Two of them decode to the locations
of the attacks.

- The third?
- It's today's.

It's the site of the COBRA meeting.

It's been building to this.

Strike enough military targets,
you can guarantee
a number of people will meet. COBRA.

Prime Minister. Chief of Defence
Staff. Heads of all armed forces.
It's practically a war cabinet.

Striking at the heart of the
country. Isn't that what he said?
He's taking them all out. ..CAR!

I need a CAR!

If we could all quickly proceed
to agenda one, to the item marked
Eyes Alpha 7, page 12...

Tom, is your GPS working?
I can't get a trace on you.

This'll take a minute. Out.

RINGING

Hello. I stayed as long as I could.
Longer than I should. Even if you'd
come, I'd have asked you this.

Something big is going down. Yes.

Tom, switching red channel Tetra,

frequency Bravo Five. Give
me a second here, mate. ..Listen,
Ellie, I have to call you tomorrow.

And I need you to choose...now.

Are you driving? You shouldn't
be talking and driving.

The job, or us -
it's the only way it can work.

Look, I know you're upset...
I'm well past upset!

But I love you, Tom.

Maisie and I love you...

..and we need you to choose,
to give us any chance.

Ellie... Now, please.
I can't do that this second!

Then you've made your choice.

I'm sorry. E...

BEEPING

Tom, are you all right?

There are omissions in this report,
events too sensitive for Eyes
Alpha, but you must know the facts.

Tom, what the hell is going on?
Close shave. You found me yet?

Yep. The turn off's coming up.
You call ahead? Yeah.
Harry says put your foot down.

Sir, there is an urgent matter
that takes precedence.

Kill him.
GUN CLICKS

GUNFIRE

Sit down.

Apologies for the changes
in plan - they were unavoidable.

I hope you didn't find the
new venue completely disagreeable.

My sons died in their workplace,
from a bomb that knew
its targets were innocent.

I remember being there.
Flesh smells so bad
when it's burnt, you know.

Very strong. It never leaves you.

Yes, I know.

So...

..tell me this,

how can you sit there
and talk of war crimes?

I kill only my enemies.

I am an honest man.

What about the British soldiers you
killed? The women and children you
bulldozed alive into mass graves?

They were collaborators.
They would have killed me when I
turned my back. Women and children.

A woman or a child...they are all
the same to me if they are guilty.

If they are my enemy,
then they deserve to die.

They're waiting for you outside.

Give me your weapon! Your weapon.
I heard you, sir.

Give it to me, please.
I don't think I can do that sir.
Hand over your weapon!

There's no justice now. Not the
way the world plays it. Nuremberg.
Truth and reconciliation.

No successful prosecutions
of international law. Know how much
that Lockerbie suspect cost?

An enormous amount of money. An
enormous amount of money. They're
sending Gradic to the Hague.

He could die of old age before
his case comes up. The cells are
like a hotel, you know.

They have cable TV and table tennis.

I heard
about what happened in there.

And you're concerned
about my emotional state.

I care about
whether you're able to do your job.

I am. Well, then. That's good news.

What about McCann's group?
Still no word.

And no news is bad news. We're
going to have to brace ourselves
for the long game on that one.

Their petty little Irish war games
will always be with us.

Have we still got Gradic's passport?

How long's the flight to Holland?
He's not going to the Hague.
Where's he going? Egypt.

We told them he was a paedophile.

Know what the Egyptians do with
sex offenders? Do we want to know?

Can you check again, please?

The number is 07700 900 002.

That number is not valid on
the network, sir. But I've called
it. I've spoken to someone on it.

I'm afraid you must be mistaken,
sir. That number
has yet to be allocated. Kate.

Her name is Kate.

Goodbye, sir. I'm sorry.

FOOTSTEPS, BANGING AT DOOR

I just want to see her.

Do you know what time it is?

This is so unfair of you.

Please. Tom, don't do this.
YOU'D do it.

Come on, you would. One last time.

She's in bed. She's asleep.

What are you going to tell her?

I'll tell her that you fell asleep
too.

We're struggling
with Islamic extremism.

You have something to offer us.
There is a gentleman in a mosque
in Birmingham. Mohammad Rachid.

They want kids to be bombers!
Suicide bombers?

Think of this as a martyr's shroud.

We are going to throw you out
of this country.

Death to the unbelievers!
Death to the West!