All language subtitles for Spooks.S02E05.I.Spy.Apocalypse.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

Ever thought of jumping?
Have you any idea of the trouble

suicides cause local authorities?
What a machine man's thought!
Machine man! Stop it! Stop! Stop!

I've thought
of jumping.

Not into a river, but out of
my life. Out of the country.

Run away with me.

I booked a hotel room.
You don't mind? No, I love it.

Oh, no!

How dare you watch me!
You didn't even say you were seeing
this man! For God's sake, Zoe!

I don't want to see you any more.
What?

I can't have my work compromised.

Let's go!

At dawn today, armed Special Forces
raided a warehouse in Kings Cross.

Information had been received
that a terrorist group
was using it as a bomb factory.

The building was unoccupied.
There was, however, evidence
of an attack being planned.

There were maps of Whitehall
with CCTV camera positions marked
and dead spots calculated.

The group's details are unknown.
Level of threat is Blue: AA.

This way!

There have been reports
from local people of firing heard

on an abandoned army range
in the Brecon Beacons.

Surveillance revealed basic
military training in progress.

The people have been identified
as a militant animal rights group.

Surveillance shows the target is
a research laboratory in Bristol.
Level of threat - Blue: AB.

A van holding several drums
has been parked in an East End
car park for the last 24 hours.

It belongs to the group Patmos.
Their ideology is survivalist.

Awaiting intel
of precise destination of van.
Level of threat - Blue: BB.

A suspect connected to the sale
of sensitive nuclear information

has been under close surveillance
for three weeks.

The interrogation of
Christopher Jennings by MI5 Special
Information Unit is ongoing.

You are Christopher John Jennings.
You work as a maintenance engineer
at Sefton B Nuclear Power Station.

You recently received a transfer
in your bank account of £100,000.

We believe you've sold information
about the plant to terrorists
based in North Africa. Oh, God!

Level of threat
from Jennings' activities - Red: A.

Total number of listed threats -
27.

This concludes the weekly report.

Good morning, world.

Egypt.

The hotel's on an island in the
middle of the Nile, near Thebes
and the valley of the Kings.

We can drive out into the desert
and spend the night under the stars
shagging ourselves stupid.

No way can I go to Egypt.

You've got some leave.
I can't. I can't.

Can't or won't?
They'd never give me clearance.

Oh, the mysterious "they"?!
Your spooky bosses?!

Take the tickets back. If they're
difficult, I'll go halves with you.

If you don't
come to Egypt with me...

I'll break this window.

Oh, Vicky, don't be ridiculous
SLAM!

You're gonna dump me, aren't you?

Look, let's go and have lunch
and talk about it.

OK? The Clock Tower.

Yes? Expensive.
Definitely a dumping lunch.

One o'clock?

Right, then.

Windows are safe until one o'clock.

Hey, Tom. I saw that
Jude Law film last night.

And how was that for you?
That'd be telling.

Hi. Hi.

Have you been on a barge? A what?
Me and some mates are going to East
Anglia this weekend on the canals.

You'll fall in and get that rat's
disease. Not coming, then? Nah.

What you up to this weekend?
Red flagged - classified.

Harry's in early.

- He has people with him
from St Albans.
- The water cooler's half empty.

RUMBLING
What was that? What? That sound.
That'll be the registry lift.

- The door gets stuck then bangs.
- Maintenance is poor,
like half-empty water coolers.

Got the weekly threat assessment?
Yep. They like it dumbed down.
Bike's waiting for it. Good, good.

Zoe, the employee at Sefton B,
can you check the interrogation...?
I've just got in, OK? OK, fine.

Did Danny come in with you?
Obviously not.

Tom, this is Bridget Sands and Mark
Woolly, quizzers from St Albans.

Bridget. Tom. ..Mark.

They'll update us on the Sefton B
suspect. How's things at St Albans?

Oh, there's pressure on us to break
what terrorist suspects we have.

Break? Yes.

ZOE SIGHS

Zoe, you all right?

I suppose everybody heard
what happened - me and the love
of my life caught on camera.

Did you see the tapes, Sam?
Tom told Colin to destroy them.

Not before everybody
had a good letch. No.

Do you know what really gets me?
It's the feeling
that all those people...

ALARM BLARES
Oh, shit!

Can we all just pay attention?! The
major incident alert has sounded!

As I was saying, the major incident
alarm has sounded. Let him in?

The book states when the alarm
sounds no-one shall leave or enter.

(This is a glorified fire drill!)
More than that - terrorist attack!

Bali, Kenya, the Moscow Theatre!
Any minute, it'll happen here.

So we need Danny.
You're Em-Ex Officer. ..Malcolm?

Can we open this?
There's a manual override.

- Do we have to be here?
- Sorry. Everyone must take part.

We must brief the Home Secretary
in an hour.
Can't help.

We knew an EERIE exercise would be
sprung on us some time this month.

- And EERIE is?
- Extreme Emergency
Response Exercise.

Good. The first rule is all officers
will respond to any situation
thrown at them professionally.

We treat this as real. Oh, what fun.

ALARM BLARES
You're late.

Tom is Em-Ex Officer.
..Will somebody close that?!

- What's that?
- A drill.
- A big one?

Dunno. Listen, do you fancy
coming up the canals tomorrow?

A barge trip? Booze barge. ..OK.

Oh. What? Can I come?

It is the countryside.
Yeah, makes it cheaper.

Can we get this moving? Tom's Em-Ex.
That's Emergency Executive Officer.

He co-ordinates our efforts. OK.
Somewhere in the building an EERIE
team tell us about an emergency.

As it unfolds, they assess us.
And the work we're doing already?

We put aside everything until it's
over. So we take this seriously.

So a major incident in progress.
Now, remember what we do...
We gather, identify and destroy.

Thank you. We gather what we can
about threats to national security,
identify enemies of the state,

and we send in forces
to close them down.

That's what we do in emergencies
like this. ..Colin, Malcolm
you are the technical team. OK.

Zoe, monitor radio broadcasts. Try
and see what's happening, yes? Yes!

Sam, Ruth - research team. Goody.
Danny, you're liaison officer for
everyone and my second in command.

The rest, including our guests Mark
and Bridget, muck in as required.

Rock'n'roll. Right.
Let's talk to the Duty Room.

I suppose we go along with this.
Yes, but if it IS an emergency,
then we can't be stuck here.

Patching her through...now.

There's been an explosion
in Parliament Square.
Do we know what kind? Not yet.

But I'm Duty Room Officer,
and the drill is to seal
everywhere in Thames House, in case.

Of what? If it was a nuclear device
we wouldn't be here, but it could
be a radioactive dirty bomb.

People will get radiation poisoning
then cancers, deformed children...

This is in Parliament Square?
Half a mile away?

Latest intelligence says about ten
are being made somewhere in London.

It was in my briefing. Dot, what
are the emergency services doing?

I don't know.
There's a lot of confusion here.

RUMBLING
Oh, God! What?

C section and the Registry!
I can't lock them down. Why not?
The system's not working!

Why is it that nothing here works?!

- I can't get a signal.
- The damper cage must be down.

- What does that mean?
- Our phones and mobiles won't work.

- We're totally cut off.
- But I must call the hospital!
My daughter's...

Immigration? Section A and D?
I'm sorry.
The locking switches won't work!

Is it just the grid and the control
that's locked down? At the moment.

It's on Radio Four.
Put it on the speakers.
..Dot, lock down the building.

'We'll know more as this unfolds.

'To repeat - a bomb has exploded
in Parliament Square.

'Reports are sketchy, but police ask
traffic to avoid Parliament Square,

'the area around Westminster
and the Embankment.

'We have our reporter Ed Hadley
on the scene in Central London.
..Ed, what can you tell us?

'I'm near the Cenotaph. Police
are asking drivers to evacuate,

'and people are leaving their cars
and running past me up Whitehall.

'And this is because...?
There is the ever-present fear
of another explosion.'

Explosion of what, stupid man?
It's the Downing Street scrambler!

Zoe, monitor the radios!
..Mary, stay with Dot.

Is this five? Yes. Who's this?

Paul Dunbarton - Downing St Em-Ex.
Who are you?

Tom Quinn, Em-Ex at Thames House.
Where are you? DeFen D-Ten.

The Cabinet Office bunker. The PM
and Cabinet are going to Turnstile.

Downing Street's been evacuated?
It's the new post-9/11 procedure.

Helicopters land on Horse Guards.
The PM and Cabinet

will be at Turnstile in 50 minutes.
We need to know who's behind this!

Any intel? Could be one of ten or
more groups. We'll get back to you.

And the Royal Family? They were at
Sandown. They're being taken to the
nuclear bunker at Windsor Castle.

Keep this line open. ..Sam.
Yeah? In the contingencies file

is the London Emergency Services
Liaison Major Incident Procedure
Manual. Distribute copies, please.

Right. What's Turnstile? Let's all
slide along the learning curve. It's
an alternative seat of Government

under the Cotswold Hills
in between Bath and Corsham.

In an attack, the Cabinet and 250
officials and scientists go there.

Would you two go? Just the DG.

We have to make do. What if we die
and they have no country to run?

Running a country with no people
sounds like a politician's dream.
Danny, get the big map set up.

Zoe, something else I want you
to do - keep a log of events
and our responses. OK? If I must.

Colin, break out the EPCUs. EP...?

Emergency Protective Clothing Units!

In the lockers at the back
of the forgery suite. Oh, sorry.

CHATTERING AND GIGGLING

Get in your protective gear, Sam.
It's loose and smells. Put it on!

You too, Zoe. These suits
are totally... Take it off.

These suits are totally inadequate!

They're low level anti-radiation
with iodine filters
in the masks for dust!

They're useless! OK. We should have
integrally sealed barrier suits

with breathing apparatus...
Malcolm! Sorry.

If we're going
to take this seriously...

All right! Forget it. Take 'em off.
Take 'em off. ..Danny, come here.

- Is your boss on top of this?
- Absolutely!

Radio Four's just gone off air.
Submarine warning.

What's that, Ruth? GCHQ set it up
for nuclear submarines at sea.

If the country's under threat
of attack, Today will go off air.
I don't think it's that.

Tom, the woman in the duty room.
She's pulling the comm circuits!

Dot! Everything goes through there.
She could cut us off completely.

Don't worry! I'm sorting it out!
Dot, what is happening
on other floors? Section C?

We need to be connected to the
Metropolitan Police Central Control
Room. Can you put us through?

No.

Dot?

Dot, I'm losing you. Dot?

Don't...! Dot, don't touch anything!
We have to keep the channels open.

Do not touch anything! Stop!

Look, I don't want to, but...
What if this isn't a drill?

The telly.

People are running!
Something's happened!

- What's happening out there?
What's doing this?
- It's got to be technical.

- I'll check the circuit breakers.
- I'll give you a hand.
What the hell is going on?

MAN STRAINS
I've got it. ..I've got it.

OK?
Yeah, put it there.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

Tom, we've got something!
On the cable link? Somehow.
Right! Everyone, in here!

Get Harry for me, will you?

Can we talk to him? ..Can we?!
I don't know if he's got a mike in
his suit. Where do you think he is?

Looks like a vehicle.
How do we communicate with him?
It looks like a sort of van.

A mobile incident control room?
Zoe, what do we know about that?

It's always sent to the site
of a major incident.

A small lab for analysis, radios
and Computer Aided Despatch.

That's how they're reaching us -
via satellite to the cable network.
P...? Parliament Square.

V-X.

Not the gas! Dear God!

Lost it... Get it back!

VX...

CLEARS HER THROAT

Sorry. It's OK, Ruth.
It's the thought... ..Sam, you've
been working with Ruth on this.

Let's be absolutely clear
about what this stuff does.

Well, it's one of the deadliest
nerve agents ever developed.

This is its formula. Look
at the chlorine bonding in that!

Makes it almost indestructible.
VX was first developed by us,

at Porton Down, Wiltshire in 1952,
where it was first tested.

It's a grade double-A weapon.
That means devastating.

We traded the technology with the
US for information on the H-bomb.

Oh, dear. It is odourless.
Its molecules are also adhesive.

It's virtually impossible to remove
them from surfaces they stick to.

As a liquid, it's a green, viscous
slime. It stops nerve endings
communicating with each other.

VX is absorbed through the skin or
eyes and acts almost immediately.

It takes between one and two hours
to result in death. The LD... LD?

Lethal dose. Yes.
The lethal dose is as little
as ten milligrams for humans.

The only known countries to possess
VX are the US, France, Russia, and
Iraq, according to the coalition.

Britain, after inventing it,
abandoned stocks in favour
of thermonuclear weapons.

Is there an antidote?
Yes - atropine.
It is itself highly toxic.

For it to have an effect,
it has to be injected directly
into the heart. One sweet weapon.

I was thinking technically. Right.
Now we know it's VX gas, we need
to seal the Grid as best we can.

- The air conditioning's down,
so the air's ours.
- What about the loos?

The water's in tanks on the roof.
It could get in up there,
if we're going to get picky.

So we shut the loos down and set up
emergency toilets. I didn't mean...

Pass me back to Parliament Square.

I must talk to him, come on.

- Try the back-up router.
- I tried that, but...

LOW ROAR
Whoa!

Can you hear me?

OK, what exploded? ..A car?

Bigger than a car?

A van? ..We need to know more.
Can you look at the wreckage?

What's he mean? He's linked to air
in the vehicle, his cylinder
must be empty. What's going on?

We must find out more about who did
this, and we must know more about
their vehicles. Do you understand?

You've said to breathe the air...?
Be quiet. ..What's your name?
Stephanie Mills. Steph.

My air cylinder was half full. I've
used the fixed supply. It's a farce!

The tube doesn't reach the driving
seat, so I haven't been able to...

- It's the end of the world
and nothing works!
- Absolutely! What's your job?

I'm a firefighter. And your major
incident training's done? Course!

Stephanie, the van. You're thinking
if the cab's intact, what's in it?

Yeah. Anything that can
help us find out who did this.
It's part of my job, isn't it?

Investigate the causes
of the incident.
You're the only one who can.

Who are you? I'm the Emergency
Executive Officer at Thames House.

MI5?! James Bond behind a desk?
Getting others to do the dirty work?
That's me.

See you, then.

You've just asked someone
to go to their death. Yeah.

Let me know when she gets back.

(Ooh!)

Can the database help us at all
with this gas? Not really,
it's available all over the place.

There are a lot of old
Soviet stocks on the market.

- What's going on?!
- What's happening?

All right, don't panic!
There are more hand lamps.

She's back!

Stephanie?

They're dead.
They're lying about dead.

Did you see the vehicle that
exploded? It was white, I think.

The top and one side was blown out,

but it had a sign on it - planets -
and said Pluto Removals. Oh, heaven!

Thanks, Stephanie. Put the rest
of your suit back on now, please.

I don't think there's any point.
Of course there is.

The House of Commons is outside.
If they're all dead,
I can go in for a drink.

They're all drunks in there,
so there are lots of bars!
Put your mask back on, Stephanie.

What's your name?

Tom.

Want to come and have
a drink with me, Tom? No.

Scary place the House of Commons,
do you think? I think it is today.

Now, you protect yourself as best
you can. Be professional. Like you?
Sending me out to breathe VX?!

Do your best for people.

We will.

I'm off for that drink.

I'll raise a glass
to say good luck, Tom.

It was in the loony file.

It showed up on the weekly
Level A routine Special Branch
trawl of websites.

We mentioned it in the weekly
report, to keep the numbers up.

But then, it struck me.
Do you see? Do I see what?

The group signed itself Patmos -
the Greek Island
where St John wrote Revelation.

The book of the end of the world.
What threat did they make?
To bomb ten British cities.

London, Edinburgh, Cardiff,
Leeds, Nottingham, Birmingham,

Bath, Coventry,
Manchester, Newcastle.

It's the usual
survivalist fantasy -

destroy the cities, the pure
in heart will survive in the hills.
Did they mention gas? Oh, yes.

Here's the text.

"The British Whore's Last Breath."

It's real, isn't it?

After all the warnings about an
attack on Britain, it's happened.

We knew it was coming.
The Government knew it was!

- Smallpox injections,
regional disaster centres set up.
- All too bloody late!

The moment it happened,
I didn't believe it.

I've bypassed the system, got into
the London Transport cameras.

It's a bit...unstable.
The link could go at any time.

ZOE: That's the Embankment!
I had coffee there four hours ago.

- The signal's coming and going.
- We could know people out there.

- We must contact our families.
- I didn't say, but it's my little
girl. She's in Guy's Hospital.

Let's see if it's been affected. No.

Don't you understand?
Her daughter's out there!

- My dad lives in Battersea.
Can't I just see...?
- Let us reach our families!

Maybe it doesn't matter.
We may as well just walk out.
Get home before the VX affects us.

We should be with our loved ones.
Even if we only...have a cat.
No! We don't discuss this again.

It was a normal Friday morning,
then suddenly it wasn't. Danny?!

What about your family? My mum's
away singing, in Edinburgh.
I didn't know she was a singer.

Yeah, gospel choir. Your folks
in Scotland? Yeah, Morningside.

The posh bit of Edinburgh. Danny!

Everyone, focus! Comments! ..Ruth?
We know the security risk to the
country and it couldn't be worse.

- We know who did it.
- How do we get them?
We're stuck here!

We need communications.
What's our status?

Something Dot pulled or turned on.
Like?

All phone lines are out
and the satellite link has gone.
So, we can't...?

Can't contact anyone by email
or the net.

I could go down to the control room.
It'll be locked down.
And anyway, no-one leaves the Grid.

- What's the matter with Harry?
- How d'you mean?
- He's so distant.

What comms do we have left?
The cable link, but it's dodgy.
Keep working at it.

We need to move
to an ops room that works.

- And how would we do that?
- Wait another hour? Take a chance
that the gas has dispersed. Ruth?

That would be too dangerous.
Right...

So we keep working.
First thing - brief Paul Dunbarton.

So this is real?
Of course it's real.

I'm sorry, I...
Quinn, what's the matter?

I thought this was an EERIE
exercise. Well, step down -
make someone else Em-Ex Officer.

Nail on the head.

There's a serious threat
to cities throughout the country.

The group are called Patmos. Their
weapon is a nerve agent, VX gas. We
need to contact Turnstile... Tom...

The Prime Minister's party
didn't make it to Turnstile.

We got reports of three helicopters
crashing near Chipping Norton.

This gas must've got to them.
What about the Royal Family?
We think they may be lost too.

The helicopter left London to pick
them up and take them to Windsor.
The pilot must've been infected.

The country's like a body
with no head.

Did the Government declare a state
of emergency? That was gonna happen
when the PM got to Turnstile.

So, one hasn't been declared?
I'm sorry, I... Paul...?
Paul, what's the matter?

Paul? I think I'll take a walk
in St James's.

No. Don't do that.
He's infected and he knows it.

Other cities are in danger. We need
a decision about whether a state of
emergency has been declared. Bye.

Paul...!

So, what the hell do we do now?

We must contact the other cities.

Malcolm? The cable link runs to the
capital cities - Cardiff, Edinburgh.
OK, do what you can.

That's pathetic. You two...

Get hold of any food - anything.
Divide it up into rations.

I don't think lunch
is our immediate problem, do you?

I'd have thought that the PM
being presumed dead

and this secret service
being absolutely incapable...
Just collect what we have to eat!

Just do it, Mark.

I usually bring in a salad,
but I didn't have time to make it
this morning. Healthy girl.

I can't understand. If these
all come from a computer...

So, we are half a mile from the
point of explosion. Ground zero.

Has this gas been used before? No.
Except for the Sarin
on the Tokyo subway,

but Sarin's a much weaker member
of the same family.

If it has reached us at Thames
House, how wide is it spreading?
Well, the footprint would...

We are here. So, if we project
at least another...

20 miles beyond us? The wind's from
the northwest today. I always listen
to the forecast...for the garden.

So at a conservative estimate, the
affected area will be at least...

Oh, hell!

It could be much bigger.

A VX canister of say 10kg
in a liquid state under pressure,

exploded properly
so it converts into a gas state,

would be as effective
as the atom bomb on Hiroshima.
Killing how many?

I'd have thought, during
this first hour, nigh on a million
have been infected. A million?

How far could the wind blow it?
By the end of the day,

three-quarters
of the southeast of England?

How are things unravelling?
The PM and the Cabinet died
before they reached Turnstile.

We think the Royal Family
could be lost too. Heroic times.

Harry? Now that the disaster
we have anticipated for so long
is with us, what's your strategy?

Until we hear to the contrary,
we have to be the command centre.

In effect, you'll be
taking over the Government.
How very Oliver Cromwell of you.

You may need this.

Is anyone out there feeling unwell?

No.

I went to the loo,
before you closed it.

I won't ask who else did.
Morale may not take it.

Right.

Ruth, Danny, Zoe, speed-read this.
I wanna know chains of command when
Turnstile fails. Fast as you can.

Sorry, Tom, we can't get anything.
We have got to talk
to the other cities.

We have to ration the water in
the cooler - it's going down fast.
Then do it.

She'll be somewhere safe.

I mean, whoever it is...will be.

Are you all right?

It's weird - you never
hear the traffic from in here.
But now, you really can't hear it.

Yeah. I said I'd come on the barge
with you and Colin, but the canals
will have VX in them now.

According to Ruth's database,
it could be for years.

I only said I'd go on the barge
cos of you.

Was that OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's very OK.

I'd better... Yeah.

So, who, at this moment, is running
the country? No-one. It's a mess.

There should be regional
Government Disaster Centres,

but they're in the planning stage.
There's no obvious chain of
command. It's a chaos of diagrams.

There's one for moving the PM's car
in a nuclear attack.
It's the headless chicken scenario.

No-one at the top to give orders.
Have you found out how you declare
martial law? Tom! In here!

We just got this. Edinburgh section.

Who am I speaking to? John
MacLeish, Em-Ex Officer. You are?
Tom Quinn, Em-Ex Thames House.

We can't contact
Downing St, Turnstile or any
of the London emergency services.

BBC Radio has gone off the air.
There's panic.
What can you tell us?

There is a major threat
to Edinburgh and other cities.

Evacuate the city centre.
How am I to expedite that? Set up
a Major Incident Control Room -

co-ordinate emergency services
and the Army. Arrest any suspects
belonging to a group called Patmos.

On what authority? Under the 2001
Anti-Terrorism and Crime Act -

article 5
of the European Convention
on Human Rights is suspended.

A state of emergency can only
be declared by the government
of the day. A barrack-room lawyer.

The government of the day
no longer exists. We must wait for
instructions from some authority,

or else we will be descending into
anarchy. We'll get back to you.

Edinburgh may be attacked at any
time. I need you to agree. If it's
between anarchy or death - anarchy.

Declaring a state of emergency
is treason.

Who's the treason against?

- My mum's in Edinburgh. Do it.
- We weren't allowed to let
personal life influence decisions.

What matters is that people believe
us when the orders are given. Yes.
Are we for this? Absolutely not.

- You're fiddling while Rome burns.
- Yes, the Emperor Nero! Your Em-Ex
is in the grip of a power fantasy!

- I don't think so.
- Dumb loyalty is not needed!

- Loyalty will get us through this!
- No, clear thinking! Taking over
the Government ain't clear thought!

Well, what do you say?

I say fiddle on!

What else is there to do?

So, we have a state of emergency.

Yes.

No way. I outrank you.
I beg your pardon?

I'm Em-Ex London, you're
Em-Ex Edinburgh. London outranks
Scotland. I don't accept that.

Listen, you stone-headed bastard!
Declare the emergency,
evacuate the city.

On your head be it.

Thank God.

How's it looking? About two cups
each. Is that all? 'Fraid so.

OK. Monitor what people drink.
Quarter of a cup each. This saving
the world? Every little bit.

Tom!

..Things are true
Whatsoever, things are honest

Whatsoever things are just
Whatsoever things are pure

Whatsoever things are lovely
Whatsoever things
are of good report.

Go back to your station
and stay there.

Go.

I didn't think
it was the real thing.

Forgive me...

It's all right.
There's an antidote. If there's
a way of getting it, I will.

That's not possible.

And you know it.

I'm so sorry. I'm going
to have to quarantine your office.
I can't even shake your hand.

You'll need the keys...

..to lock me in.

So, it's in here? Yeah.

Shall we tell?

No.

You mean, we just leave Harry? What
else can we do? It's a terrible
decision, Mr Tom Quinn. Is it?

I can't tell any more.

They look at you and their eyes
are either full of dumb hate
or dumb trust.

What am I gonna do? Are you saying,
on the head of the King, let all
the sorrows lie? I'm Em-Ex Officer

and I don't know what to do.

I don't! Don't go all moody and
sensitive. That's for us - we're
the troops. You're the leader!

And leaders don't have feelings,
as you well know.

If you're trying to comfort me,
it's a strange way of doing it.
Tom!

There's been an explosion
in the Morningside area
of the city. Oh, no...

Isolate yourselves at once. Get to
the Disaster Centre bunker. They
haven't finished building it!

Quarantine the city. Just do it!
How am I supposed to...? MacLeish?

The cable link is dead.

Eight hours since we heard anything
at all. Saturday morning -
I should be shopping.

What about Harry?
We leave him alone.

Shouldn't we give him
some water or something?
We daren't break his quarantine.

No...

How you doing? Nothing's live.
Look, do something. How d'you mean?

Invent something to talk to the
outside world. It doesn't matter
what. For morale? Ssh. Do it now.

Right...

What do you think they're up to?

Well, we'll know now.

- We demand to talk to Harry.
- We've got to leave.
- Your superior will take control.

Harry's sick.

He has the VX symptoms.

You mean, he's in there now...dying?

Oh, no. Can't we help him?

How contagious is it? If you really
want to know, it takes a few
molecules through the skin.

- Look, I saw Harry go to the loo.
- Yeah, it may not be that.
The breach could be Tom's fault.

- How do you work that out?
- He let Danny in through the pods.
He could be contaminated.

What?

Yeah, Tom and Malcolm forced the pod
open after the alarm had sounded cos
you were so bloody typically late!

WE get it cos big-shot, high-flyer
Danny couldn't get to work on time!

- All right, little man.
- Yeah, have some, then!

No...

Apologise.

I said apologise!

OK...

You're killing us all! What happens
when someone else falls sick?
They join Harry.

But... We quarantine each other.

Until there's none of us left!
What do you suggest?
We make a run for it.

Get out of London and regroup!
Where?

- The Ashford Safe House.
- We must do this!
We can't die in here!

Ashford's a command centre itself.
All the links... Ashford's south.

With the westerly wind, it won't
escape the gas footprint. We stay
here as a control centre. Madness!

We've got no link to the outside
world. We'll get one. There may be
a line that works. We'll find it.

We've got half the ceiling off
already! Then we'll get
the rest of it down. All of us!

Anyway, Malcolm's got an idea,
haven't you? Yeah. Colin and I are
working on a communications device.

- What kind of device?
- It's a...

It's a robot...
to contact the satellite network...
from the outside.

Zoe.

You're weapons-qualified.
So? There are firearms kept
at the back of the forgery suite.

These are people we work with.
We can't point guns at them.
No-one must leave the Grid.

Tom, only the security unit can use
arms. It is forbidden to distribute
weapons to any other personnel.

We're the only ones who can say
what is or isn't forbidden. Is this
a fascist state? I don't care!

I'm not gonna let this group
fall apart. You'll shoot them
before they do?

Your advanced weapons training
gives you some seniority. Give me
authority to break out the weapons.

OK.

Hide it.

Very good...

Very good indeed.

So...

How's this thing supposed to work?

It sends and receives satellite
signals. We cannibalised WAP chips
from mobile phones.

The wheels are from VHS machines.
There's a radio and a speaker to
attract attention as it moves about.

It's powered by batteries
from our laptop.

Moves about where? Outside.

We'll communicate with it by a
13-amp wire, taken out of the wall.
So how are we gonna get it outside?

Well...
that's an executive decision.

Absolute rubbish.

Ruth. I'm an analyst,
but there's nothing to analyse.
Just scissors to stab in the wall.

When the power comes back, you'll
be important. I never realised,
I'm just my job. Nothing else.

Without it, I go to pieces. No,
Ruth, you're much more important
than that. No, I'm happy with that.

We can't do much more here, Tom.
We've hit just about every possible
power source there is. OK.

How's the food situation?

A packet of crackers and half
a banana that's going off. Water?
Half a litre left. OK.

Don't let people know we're so low.

Hey. Shouldn't we see how Harry is?
We have to keep him isolated.
But that's cruel!

Yes. Look, Tom, I really think
we should just... Sam...

What are you doing? Going to
the Ashford station. We all should.

- Those suits are useless.
- They may give us an edge. Ashford
has a full communications array.

We can get a grip on the situation
from there. They have a point.
We are going to Ashford.

I don't think you are. Stay where
you are. Kent! Clean air! Listen!

The traffic is backed-up for miles.
How you gonna reach Ashford? On
foot, breathing contaminated air?

But the contamination is in here!
Your boss is almost certainly dead!

As long as we have healthy
officers, we stay. We're building
a communications device...

That's Mickey Mouse morale building
and you know it! Have we got to die
in here? If that is our fate. Fate?

You're losing it, my friend! Zoe,
Danny, your boss here is losing it!

Let's vote on it. No vote.

I'm giving you an order.

Release the door.

Don't touch that!

That's it. It's moving. Come on.

I am ordering you to do your duty.

What you gonna do, Tom?

You gonna shoot a fellow officer in
Thames House? If needs be, yes.
I don't believe you.

Zoe...

Yes...

Down on the floor! Both of you!
Down on the floor!

Down on the floor!

Both of you, down on the floor NOW!

BANG!

ELECTRICITY SUPPLY STARTS UP

You bastard! Congratulations, Tom.

That was a superb display
of leadership.

Thanks, Harry. Thank you.
How was your night?

Thoroughly satisfactory.

Zoe...

Full marks.

Tom... Tom!

Did you think I was convincing?
Oh, utterly, utterly. Really? Yeah.

Hey, Daddy, it's Zoe.

Are you all right?

Very well done, Quinn.

You guessed we'd put dummy
ammunition in the firearms locker.
Uh, no, not really.

So you were prepared to shoot me?
Yes.

Does that get me good marks or bad?

Well, we'll...have to assess that.

I bet you will. There's another
bottle of champagne in my office.

Where the hell were you yesterday?
'I was held up.'
Couldn't you have phoned?

Um...not from where I was.

'I sat in that restaurant
and they looked!'

I had a big sign over my head -
"jilted!"

I had a big sign over my head, too.
What was that? End of the world,
end of the world, end of the world.

Tom? Tom, are you there?

What did you have? 'What?'

For lunch, what did you have?

A salmon mousse.

Salmon mousse. A salmon mousse!
'What's the matter with you?'

Why do you spoil everything? What
about me, you selfish bastard?
What about you, Vicky?

Sitting in a posh restaurant,
thinking, "This is the worst thing
that can happen to me." Me, me, me!

Why are we all so self-obsessed?

What are you talking about?

I can't go on seeing you.

It's not working.
I want to finish it.

Vicky...

So, let's down these and head off
to the George for a liquid lunch.

The US President will arrive
in seven hours. Every target
is a potential assassin.

I called you. About 50 times.

Appraisal time.
Who's getting the boot?

I knew you were two-timing me!
The President's gone walkabout.

You can't order us around. He's
our president. It's our country.