All language subtitles for Spooks.S02E02.The.Nest.Of.Angels.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

He may have broken a rib.
Are you the boyfriend? No.

Wow! There IS a god.

Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?
Uh, no, please, sit away.

You're running a phantom agent?!
Tessa, why? For the money.

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

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

Any sign of him, Danny? No.

How long since the wire
went down? 50 minutes.

What's this boy doing here?
I am upbraiding him. His studies
are poor. Boy, is that true?

Yes.

Learning should be a delight,
not a punishment.

What do you think, Danny?
I think they're onto him.

Is this standard issue from MI5
for their creatures?

They made me do it... Spy for the
West and you are spying for Satan.

That is what you did, my son.

You embraced him with all your
wretched, corrupt, withered soul.

And what is the name of the
intelligence officer you report to?

Please... Please...

No! No!

No!

No backup? We can't have special
forces barging into a mosque.
We have to get him out of there.

They could be doing anything to him.
All right. Great. Danny, you
and me. What are you going to do?

Walk up and say, "Can we have
our friend back?" His wire's on.

SCREAMING
Johnny!

Where is Johnny now?

I sent him to Five's clinic in
Truro. He was tortured? Fullock.

Beating his feet. Broke almost
every bone. It seems this mosque
has been taken over by extremists.

We need to find out
if there is a threat here.

Yet our only agent is a callow
youth. Could you talk to him?
No, he was too far gone.

They put the fear of God into him.
Yes, thank you, Danny.
Meeting room. Half an hour.

Her name is Vicky Westbrook. What?

The doc who patched me up
who's got the hots for you.

Did I notice her?
SHE noticed YOU. Danny!

You don't mind me saying this,
do you, after Ellie? But you have
got to ride the bicycle again, Tom.

I do mind you saying it. Yeah(!)

Tom, meeting.

We have just received this from
Christine Dale. Why is CIA, London
Station, suddenly sharing with us?

Christine is a nice young woman.
I doubt that's why. Americans
always want you to do something.

Oh, you're in here.

Oh, sorry! Everyone, this is Ruth
Evershed, joining us from GCHQ.

She'll be handling intelligence
analysis in this department.
Sorely needed.

Tom Quinn.
You didn't know I was coming?

Well... Introductions later. Ruth,
I want you in on this. Am I late?

Well, you're our intelligence
expert, you ought to know! ..Right.

We are briefing Ruth
and reviewing the situation.

Ruth, we are struggling
with Islamic extremism.

Problems in three London mosques
were resolved by the communities.

But our main concern's a mullah
in Birmingham - Mohammed Rachid.

He came from Afghanistan -
when we saw that country as
a friendly place. How one forgets.

Our Government gave him
permanent leave to remain.

There was a shortage of religious
leaders and the Government wanted
to help. But Rachid has become...

Well...Zoe? Here is an excerpt
from one of his sermons.

And when a plane turns above a city
in the West, who will not think of
the flight into the Twin Towers?

It is a blessing
that there are young among us
who stand ready for martyrdom.

Satan may lash out at them,
but they are ready for the bliss
of their reward in paradise.

CIA Station, London,
have found documents in Kabul

naming Rachid as an Afghani
intelligence officer linked to Al
Qaeda. We let a wolf into the fold.

The mosque's divided between
supporters of Rachid and the
followers of this man. Fazul Azzam.

Founder of the mosque. Mr Azzam came
to Birmingham in the early '60s.

While Rachid may be a thug, Azzam
has made no official complaint.

Rachid and his group appear
to have the run of the mosque.

Every religion has crooked priests.
Our question is, is this one
a threat to national security?

Why don't we close it down?
Home Office directive.

Community sensitive
policy parameters - they don't want
a riot. Bugger the Home Office.

If only. But if we are to bring
this man to justice,
we need evidence.

Find me another agent.

I want to speak to Special Branch.
Could you please leave, sir?

I am not in this country
to tolerate fools! Come on, sir.
I am an agent from North Africa.

Armed police, stand still!

I can be of great use
to your country.

So he's not said anything at all?
Is that surprising,
after what you did to him?

I'm sorry? The clinic's for victims
of torture - mainly refugees.

Some of us resent the debris from
your world being brought in here.
It's your world too...sadly.

It's my job to make it safer.

Yes. I have signed the
Official Secrets Act. He's in here.

It's all right, Johnny.

You did all right.

I'm so sorry.

Safe.

You said I would be safe.
I really am sorry.

We will look after you now.

You see...
we don't get medals for what we do.

All we get is respect.

And respect, you have, Johnny -
big time.

There are men twice your age
who couldn't have gone through
what you've gone through.

You're one of us now.

That's what they said.

"You're one of us now." That's what
they said. "They". Who are "they"?

The nest. Who are they?
The nest of angels, man!

They wanted to turn me
into a bomb, man! Bomb?

They want kids to be bombs, yeah.
They want me to be the one! Then
they found out I was one of you lot!

Suicide bombers? That's what they
talk about. How serious are they?
Have they got explosives?

Have they got detonators? Where
do they want the bombers to kill
themselves, Johnny? Where? Where?

The centre... The centre?

Where? Centre! Centre!

Help me here!

Nest of angels. Yes.

Extraordinary phrase. I've heard
it before. It's what Hamas call
their school for suicide bombers.

Suicide bomber attacks in the heart
of England? Is there any chance
the boy can tell us more?

Not now.
He suffered a brain haemorrhage.

They told me
it happens with victims of that
particular torture - blood clots.

Harry, we've GOT to find out
if this is true.

Let me go and rattle
Rachid's cage as hard as I can.

Be careful.

What do you think?

Bonkers.

But brilliant.

Do you think I'll be bonkers
when I'm older?
Aren't you now? Could be.

Oh! Thing!

Don't talk to him.

Forgive me for keeping you, Mr...?
Anderson. Mr Anderson, welcome.

This is my lawyer, Mr Hussein.

You're from the Home Office
Immigration Service, Mr Anderson?
You have identification?

Thank you.
I'll just make a note of this. Do.

What can Mr Rachid do for you,
Mr Anderson?

You have applied for citizenship.
I have to tell you
your application will fail.

Mr Rachid was granted permanent
leave to remain here 8 years ago.

After 7 years,
he is entitled to full citizenship.

Unless there is an impediment.
There is none. Oh, yes, there is.

Criminal activity -
to be particular - kidnapping.

That is a very serious accusation,
Mr Anderson.

Whom - allegedly - did Mr Rachid
kidnap? A young man. Javaid Patel.
He is known as Johnny.

He was a spy.

And you are a spy.

Don't MI5 and Immigration
readily exchange personnel?

We are going to clear this mosque
of nests. You think we have mice?

The health authorities
could put traps down.
But mice are innocent creatures.

You can put them on wheels
and make them go round.
Like you do to young men here?

We are going to throw you
out of this country.

MI5 - what a sad apology
for an intelligence service.

Secret policemen in other
countries can arrest, beat,

electric shock, even kill.
But what can you do?

A smear in the press,
a meaningless threat?

The world I come from must seem
utterly uncontrollable to you...

and very dangerous.

You don't get on with your father?

He took us to the new
hamburger joint on Rossbridge Road.
What is wrong with that?

It's American shit. Don't swear,
Abu. We are in God's house.
Forgive me, Rachid-Saab.

Why do you hate American things?

America is the enemy of Islam.
That is true. But I hope you are
not at odds with your father.

He doesn't pray. It is not for you
to judge your parents.

He drinks tins of lager.
He lives in England.

We should live as if we live
in the House of Islam.

Who taught you that? The Book.

You are an exceptional student,
Abu Hassan.

Shall I tell you a secret?

One day, England will become
the House of Islam.

No hamburgers, no tins of lager.

All the people of this island
will honour God and follow
his prophet, peace be upon him.

But how could that happen?

By the blood of martyrs, my son.

We need another agent
in that mosque. Have we got anyone?
There is someone who could help.

Don't even think it.
Tessa ran excellent Asian agents.

But not all of them existed.
She pocketed over £150 grand in
expenses! That's why we fired her.

Nevertheless...
She should be in jail!

All right. Go and see her.

Well, Tom, come to see
how the private sector lives?

I'm not here to fight, Tessa.
No? What a shame.

What are you doing here, Tom?

Oh, God, you want help.

You do, don't you?

We desperately need
a good Asian agent, capable
of penetrating Islamic contacts.

Can you help us?

You're joking? We have what could be
a major incident on our hands.

Terrorism? Then I hope you get your
heads blown off. If you help the
service now, maybe in the future...

The service treated me like a leper.
I'm making my own way now.

This is a matter of
national security. For our country.

Oh, puke.

What happened to you?

You were a great officer, Tessa.

Shall we say,
I felt my talents weren't valued.

What do you mean? You think
you should have had Harry's job?

Goodbye, Tom.

'The light-hearted mood of a summer
weekend was shattered in an instant.

'The suicide bomber joined a queue
outside a nightclub. His bomb
contained ball-bearings and nails.

'All aboard the bus
are either dead or injured,

'victims of the human bombs
bringing death.

'Nearly 60 were injured and 9
were beyond the help of the medics.

'That death toll includes three
babies and a four-year-old child.'

These horrors
are in other countries' streets.

If we don't act now,
they'll come to ours too.

So we have nothing.

Just a phrase from a brain-damaged
boy. Nest of angels.

This happened yesterday.

A tramp off the street, it seemed,
making trouble at New Scotland Yard.
And I've just twigged. Twigged what?

At GCHQ, we picked up a signal
about an Algerian.

I've hacked into the aliens data
base of the Secretariat General
de La Defense Nationale...

You hacked into the French
Security Service? They do it to us.

This is the tramp the plods
threw out onto the street.

Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun. Poor man.
What a terrible story. Yes?

He was a university lecturer.
Left wing-ish. He was arrested
by the Algerian secret service

and given a choice - death or
the dangerous task of penetrating
an extreme terror group, the GAJ.

This he did, with success.
But in the end, they blew his cover.

A car bomb meant for him
killed his family. Nasty.

He's from a nasty world. But
he's a crack agent, who didn't want
to talk to the French, but to us.

And Special Branch
nearly chucked him out!

If you with the eyes
have any authority,
make these fools understand.

I can be of great use
to your country.

Release him. Tell him to ring this
number. But he's an illegal...and
a nutter. We don't know what he is.

Bloody spooks.

Mr Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun?

Mr John Steadman? The Home Office?

They don't know who Peter Pan is,
do they? Why should they?

Peter Pan -
he's a part of English heritage.

A story about a boy
who didn't want to grow up?
No, a story about being safe -

where you can
play in tree houses all day long.
Is that how you see this country?

How do you see mine?
Dusky maidens in desert tents,
offering dates on gold plates?

You have something to offer us.
No. You have something to offer ME.
What? A passport.

We can't just dole out British
passports like sweets. Why not?

Why have an immigration policy?
Why not let anyone in the world
live where they want?

Shall we return to reality?
Certainly.

We have a terrorist organisation
called the Group for Algerian Jihad,
which finances extremists here.

We know about the GAJ.

Is that all you're offering?

There is a gentleman
in a mosque in Birmingham
who has links with the GAJ.

His name is Mohammed Rachid.

Hell's bells.

Wait here. Someone else
will come and talk to you.

We are prepared to offer you
a British passport.
As much as is within our power.

If you agree to be an agent, run
by us, there'll be no going back.

Please. You will have to agree
to a debriefing.

Bring on your lions.

Right.

Tom, a double espresso?
Harry, latte?

Cinnamon not chocolate.
I hope that's all right.

With the sandwiches,
I went for cream cheese with chives.

Good for the soul to be tea boy
now and then.

Let's go through this one more time.

So, after your family died,
you decided to leave Algeria. How?

My life savings.
Meaning?

I bribed my way onto a boat.

And the Algerian secret services
let you go?

Of course not.
So how did you escape?

I disguised myself as a camel.

Mr Khaldun...
You're worried
I still work for them.

- Wouldn't you be in our position?
- When the extremists
killed my wife and my daughters...

Anyway, I decided to leave
the nightmare my country had become.
I got to France.

I sent back fake reports that I had
infiltrated a GAJ cell in Paris.

My last report was that my cover
was blown and they were after me.
Then I was reborn in England.

So, as far as the Algerian
secret services are concerned...

I am dead.

What do you think? There is a
possibility we are being penetrated
by a dangerous double agent,

working for God knows whom -
the Algerian secret service?

The Pakistani intelligence service?
An Al Qaeda offshoot?
He could be a disaster for us.

Or he's telling the truth.

Offering his services to a country
with which he has fallen in love.
That's what we want to believe.

Then, we will.

So...now do I sing for my supper?

The Parkmount Mosque in Birmingham.

We want you to go in undercover and
infiltrate Mohammed Rachid's group.

But I told you -
Rachid is financed by Algerian
extremists. They killed my family.

I'm sorry.
This is a difficult thing to ask.

Why me, a stranger from abroad?

We don't have the personnel of
the right culture. You mean colour.

Yeah. What is concerning us is that
they are preparing suicide bombers.

In Birmingham? Oh, yes.

Welcome, England,
to the world at large.

We need to know
everything they're doing - fast.
You may have to take risks.

My family is dead.

So now I will help you.

I want to speak to the office of the
vice-chancellor of the university.

Mr Mulholland? I understand you are
contractors for refuse collection
at the University of West Midlands.

We have an employee
that we wish you to hire.

It doesn't matter who we are.
I've got your VAT returns
and there's a problem.

Where do you want to stay? I'll want
to come and go at the campus.

If you want to hide,
hide amongst the young.

Vicky. And what are you here for?

I don't know. Are you sick?

Well, if you don't want medicine,
do you want dinner?

Sorry. This is wrong.

Five minutes.

Wait for me out the front.

I've been looking for you.
Have you?

Were you looking for me, too?

No. Um...

Yeah.

Are you alone? Well, I don't
usually drink on my own. Usually.

No. A road to ruin.

Well. Let's do it. What?

Have a drink.
Oh, yeah! Yeah, please.

Tom Quinn.

It's my real name. Really?

Do you usually give a false name
to doctors who dine out
in bed with you? Sometimes.

There's something weird about you.
What is it?

There was a woman and a child
that I let down... No, no.

Don't tell me.

I'd rather think of you
as weird than boring tragic, OK?

OK.

Well, Tom Quinn...

Me CIA, you MI5. I think the point
of these meetings is that we liaise.

Informally. Oh, informally. Yeah.

So, Christine Dale of
London Station, Grosvenor Square,

have the CIA anything for us?

There is one issue.
We've heard you have acquired
a hot asset. It's Algerian.

We want you to share
Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun.
The name means nothing. No?

The French told us they were
tracking him, he disappeared.
They're sure he came to England. No.

Islamic agents that can be trusted
are gold dust. I can't help you.
We haven't heard of a Khaldun.

You mean you don't want us to share
him. We helped you out with info
on the mullah in Birmingham.

Oh, yes, Rachid. Yeah, many thanks.
So?

Please?

You want some more coffee
or anything?

Look, um, we could go...
for another coffee out of here.

I don't think so.

Shit.

Shit.

The CIA know we've got Khaldun. We
have this from...? Christine Dale.
Ah, fruitful liaison. Not very.

The Yanks aren't having Khaldun.
Everything in place in Birmingham?
We go operational tomorrow morning.

Be aware. ..Be very aware.

Think of this as a martyr's shroud.

Dressed in this, he enters heaven.

Why not hold it?
Don't worry, it's not armed.

Not now.

How's he doing? Making friends.

So what are you saying? It is a
religious community of poor people.

I could be anywhere in the world.
Have you seen Azzam and Rachid?
Oh, yes.

If Fazzul Azzam is opposed to
Rachid's operation, he's not showing
it any more. Is it genuine?

How can we tell? Have you talked
to them? I'm waiting to be asked.

Well, take care.
They tortured the only other agent
we managed to get in there.

Don't worry.
I know the minds, all too well.

I have a present for you,
from the university bookshop.

I was pleased to see it on sale.
Don't hang around the students.

'It's strange, in this country,
where for so long
I have dreamed of being,

'I think more and more
of the book.'

Aminah is studying mathematics
for A levels. Indeed.

I support the advancement of women.
God favours it.

Some think not.
They are sadly mistaken.

I try to tell the young of when,
by God's will,

Islam was the most advanced
civilisation in the world.

How Greek, mathematics,
and the works of Aristotle,
were first translated in Italy

in the 12th century, from Arabic.
The school of Salerno in Sicily.

You're an educated man. In the
sight of God, we are all ignorant.

Indeed. Thank you, Aminah.
Yes, thank you.

Why did it fade?
This glorious Islam.

Why did we lose the moment when
East and West were coming together?

The school of Salerno
was closed by the Catholic Church.

Yes. We blame the West throughout
history. With good reason.

Are you one of them?

You say you are from Morocco.
I think you are Algerian.

Yes. I am.

You are one of them. They sent you,

those vipers, those extremists
from abroad! I have to appeal
to your generosity.

I am an immigrant...

Go and talk to your own kind!
God tolerates enough of you
in the mosque!

For his purpose,
whatever it may be. Aminah!

Aminah! Our guest is leaving.

Tell Mullah Rachid, I come to help
the angels. Remember...

help the angels.

Azzam is a sick man. And
the girl was very tense. Something
is going to come to a head.

Will she help you get to Rachid?
She already has. I see him tonight.
So it's on? You got the money?

You'll have to sign for this,
please.

Ah, money from the British treasury.
Like blood from a stone?

And what is that?
Transmitter.

It sends a scrambled signal
via satellite. We can record you and
anyone within a range of ten feet.

And this?
Camera.

Activate. It's digital. The shots
can be sent to us via a secure
internet link with ultra light.

One layer of real chocs.
Beneath - a single purpose device
with a net browser.

This ridiculous James Bondery,
do we need it?

We have to gather evidence against
Rachid. If he's guilty, kill him.

I see.
Do we have a clash of cultures here?

Use them at your own discretion.

My discretion. Good.

We did not expect to be honoured
by a brother from Algeria.

I thank you for your hospitality,
Mohammed Rachid.

You came through the tunnel. Yes.

How did you get work
in the university?

My job was arranged for me by
the British intelligence services.

Indeed.

My instructions by our brothers
were to infiltrate British security.

It was, praise to God,
disarmingly easy to do so.

You are either a very brave man
or a fool. In the holy cause
we serve, aren't all both?

Ibhn Khaldun, I want
to believe you. But you will
have to prove yourself to me.

Then let me do so. I bring greetings
from our beloved Abu Innan,
founder of the GAJ,

working for the creation
of an Algerian Islamic republic.
Abu Innan is dead.

You and I know
that he is alive and well.

Forgive me, I will say where,
but for your ear only.

Khanu.

Did he give you something
to say to me?

The fruit of the Zaqqum tree
shall be the sinner's food.

Here are funds
from your Algerian brothers.

Praise be to God, the most
compassionate, the merciful!

Praise be to God!

No show.

Khaldun has missed the last three
meets. The hostel he's staying at
hasn't seen him. No messages?

No. So we're blind. They could be
arming a kid to blow up the centre
of Birmingham right now. Quite.

I'm coming out in hives on this
one. What if Khaldun's not what
he says he is? What do you mean?

What if he's been an extremist
all along? What if he's come
to co-ordinate the attack?

If you think that, we've got to send
Special Forces in. The trouble is I
don't know. I just can't read him.

Danny's right. We can't wait.

I'm going to give him 24 hours.

Don't turn on the light. I got away
from them for a few hours. A toilet
window. They think I'm sleeping.

Why did you...?
Miss all my appointments with you?

They watch me all the time.

Everyone else is watching
everyone else in there.

In where? The martyrs' group.

They are going to do it, Tom.
A suicide bombing.

In the heart of the city. Tomorrow.

And they really are capable
of doing that? Oh, yes.

Rachid holds a religious discussion
group every evening. And every time,
the same people are there.

In the centre sit six young men.
The evening starts easily enough.

But things always end the same way.

What is it, to wear
£150 American trainer shoes?

To put on jackets
with a label from Milan in Italy?

What is it to drink alcopops,
to go clubbing

and end up fumbling a slut of an
English girl on a canal path in the
dawn, your mind wrecked with pills?

It is nothing but ash in the mouth,

the taste of the death of the soul.

For the West sells you the illusion
of an earthly paradise. It has to.

This is how the American Jews
on Wall Street make their money.

But despite all the pressures
of the West's gaudy promises

in your schools, on the television,
in the cinema, the way
your British friends behave,

you have kept yourselves pure.

You have become
the West's worst fear -

young people they cannot sell to...

they cannot touch!

You know the way to true paradise
through a martyr's death.

Death to America! Death to the
unbelievers! Death to the West!

It was after the meeting
that he told me.

What do you think of our youth?
They are God-fearing,
fine young men.

They live a difficult life,
surrounded by the sorcery
of America.

May God relieve them
of their burdens.

Oh, he will.

We shall put you to the proof

and until we know the valiant
and the resolute among you and
test all that is said about you.

You want me to do this?
Would you?

With God's help.

You are too valuable.

It is a sad thing to say, but
the best martyrs are dispensable.
We have chosen the boy.

And he told me.
The boy's name is Abu Hassan.

He's 16 years old.

And what is your role? I am to tell
him the target and take him there.

What is the target? I won't be told
until the last moment.

Why do they trust you to do that?
It's a test.

Of me as much as the boy.

And it's an old trick.

Get the stranger to do the
filthy thing. If things go wrong,
he can be blamed.

I'm pulling you out of
this operation now. Please don't
do that. I'm thinking of the boy.

It's too high risk.
The boy - if he is arrested,
think what will happen to him.

He won't be dead! I want
to talk to him. To persuade him
to give himself up, to save himself,

to save the decent worshippers at
the mosque from this terrible thing.
Will they let you be alone?

Only at the end. The end?
The last half hour, when I have
to take him to the chosen place.

No way. I cannot sanction that.

No.

I understand.

We'll have to go in mob-handed.
Harry will block that. We need
a cover story to go there legally.

No-one leaves this room.

Ah, the gentleman from Immigration.

Mohammed Rachid, I am arresting you
under the Charity Commission Act.

You are under suspicion of keeping
false records. Charity Commission?

See? There are other ways of making
people dead. We have a warrant
to search for hidden account books.

I wish to speak to my lawyer.

Where is the boy martyr?

Where is Ibhn Khaldun?

I'll speak to him alone.

What corrodes the minds of the
young, Mr Anderson? How can they
think this is a path to paradise?

We have no time. Do you know
where they're keeping the boy? No.

No...I don't.
..Pull her in. Pull her in!

Get off me, pig! Pig!
Where are they keeping the boy for
martyrdom? You have to tell me...

Please leave us for a moment,
Mr Anderson.

Yes, of course.

RAISED VOICES FROM INSIDE

No. Wait.

Mr Anderson! Warfield Street.

Be strong, my boy,
in this your first battle.
God is in every move you make.

God is great! God is great!
Death to America and her allies!

Death to America! Death to the
unbelievers, death to the West!

Come, martyr of God! Stand still.

THEY are the real enemies of Islam.
Hold still while I will take away
this terrible thing.

The boy is armed! Stay back!
He's armed!

SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE

Abu!

Abu!

Abu, that's enough. Everybody stay
where they are. You, too! Tom!

Khaldun,
we have procedures for this.

Abu, why do you want to do this?

To die in the face of oppression.
Why? Why do that? For freedom.

Aren't you free now? There is no
freedom outside the House of Islam!

The House of Islam will never be
built in this country with violence.

That is not for us to judge.
Victory is only granted by God.

Ibhn, let's do this my way. Abu,
Mr Khaldun is going to step back.

No, I will stay here with you
until this is all over. Understand?

I am a martyr. I am going to
paradise. It's a pointless death.

Do not interfere
with a man who is going to paradise!

This shirt -

it's Villa?

What? The shirt you're wearing,
it's Aston Villa.

Suicide is a bit extreme,
even for a Villa supporter.

In my country, some people say that
football goes against the teaching
of Holy Koran. What do you think?

I...

Football is
one of the better things in life.

Don't leave the human race, Abu.

The Prophet himself -
peace be upon him -

had to struggle with demons
and angels, Abu. There is no shame.

The Mullah said that...
as a martyr, on doomsday,
I can intercede for 70 loved ones.

The Mullah is wrong. You know it.
Just listen to yourself,
listen to your heart.

I do!

I will send an unbeliever to hell,
then I will see paradise!

The only paradise we will see is
the paradise we make on Earth, Abu.

You know it.

You do.

He's going to go!

I misread Khaldun.

I didn't know if he was naive...
or a double agent, or what.

Actually, he was a hero.

And you got him killed. I'm sorry?
A cast-iron asset who could have
been a great agent for all of us

and you got him terminated.
That the CIA line?

My superiors are so angry, they are
in meltdown. Sod your superiors.

Are you in meltdown too? You bet.

You nearly got yourself killed.

Our mainframe was hacked into
from a remote site.

We have a vicious anarchist.

I'm not a teacher. ..Year 10?

Supply, yes?
Yes. Qualified six months ago.

They want to bring us down.

I don't know if it's Special
Branch, but I'm being watched.

Pull everyone out.

They'll be in the inner sanctum
and they can start wiping us out.