Spooks s02e01 Episode Script

Officially, we're the security service.
Unofficially, we prefer Ml5, or simply Five.
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.
I'm sorry, Tess.
I'm going to throw you to the wolves.
Patrick McCann, Irish terrorist responsible for the murder of over 20 RUC policemen.
You do what I ask, Davy Crockett, and you'll get it all - names, dates, everything we've got.
Never underestimate Patrick McCann.
The laptop has six ounces of explosive in it.
Ellie! - What? - Open the door! Maisie, sweetheart.
Where's the? Look.
What have you done? - Bloody key.
It won't work! - There's a bomb in the computer.
Danny's gonna talk you through it.
You should be able to lift the keyboard.
- What does the clock say? - 1:15.
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? - 46 - We've got to clear the area! - Go! - We're clearing! - (Sirens wail) - I love you! (Sobs) - (Phone) - (Man) Hello? - 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.
- I know.
And it's north London.
- Wandsworth.
Grid reference MT 2051.
No, I was just on the bloody phone to him What the hell is going on? Like I said, explosion, south London.
Please 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) Danny, I'm OK.
I'll have to talk later.
What happened? (Policeman) Safe distance, please Nice and easy.
All right, Disposal.
- I spoke to him, he's alive.
- He's not answering now.
- Tom's OK.
- The south London blast? C4 plastic.
- Target area? - Residential street, Wandsworth.
Who lives there? The secretary of state for Northern Ireland.
We're all clear, sir.
The detonator failed to ignite the explosive.
- Thanks.
- (Phone) - Go away.
- It failed.
on improvised explosive devices.
- Sometimes nothing happens.
- That's very reassuring, isn't it? - What's going on? - We're going for a check-up.
- But I'm fine.
- I need to get out of here.
- They're getting a bag for you.
- I need to get out now.
- (Phone) - Answer the bloody phone! - We're alive, all right? - I know, but are you OK? Yeah, 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.
- It's carnage.
- How do we know it's McCann? His group just claimed responsibility.
The War For Irish Unity.
Recommend they double close protection for everyone on the blue list.
Liaise with Customs at the ports.
Fence them in and hunt them down.
- Are you coming in? - No, I'll be on the phone and the pager.
(Beeping) (Phone) - Yeah.
- Mr Crockett.
- Davy.
- I'm here.
So you are.
Side-stepped our little surprise? Glad to hear it.
- Where are you? - I'm in a spot of bother.
- I 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? ' The terror game's changed, Davy.
I'm telling you.
It's scary, particularly right now, I must admit.
At this present moment my sphincter is tightening at an alarming rate.
I warned you about the laptop.
- Use me and you can put a stop to this.
- 'Let me send someone.
' - Is that a yes? - 'Tell me your location.
' - Is that a yes? - Yeah.
Underground car park, North Street 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, if he was to cause disruption? - I don't know.
- I do.
It was a sweetener.
- McCann's agreed to defect.
- Is he here? We're fetching him.
Keep him away from me.
No sign.
Wait.
- Executed for collaboration.
The irony! - Saving Tom's life to 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.
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.
Bit busy.
I was trying to get the guard's address and passport number.
Plot these Longcross staff files.
Some are dead, others injured.
You'll have to cross-check vetting histories.
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 Get a team onto the possibles.
You try Tom again.
- (Phone) - 'Tom.
' - No, Danny, I'm sorry.
- Tom, the sky is falling.
'My family need me.
' This is from the top.
There is no negotiation on this.
I'm sorry.
- 'Tom? ' - They're staying with me, Danny.
Make some space on the third floor.
If I'm coming in, so are they.
- You remember Zoe, don't you? - Hello.
We've got a comfortable room for you.
- It's not the penthouse but - Go ahead.
- You OK? - I'm OK.
I'll be back soon.
They'll get you anything you need.
We need you.
- Can you give us a moment alone? - Yeah, of course.
Come on.
- What are we doing here? - Give me a chance to clear things 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 won't like it.
Try me.
Cabinet minister assassinated by Republicans.
Explosion at Longcross.
But that's Special Forces property, a weapons-testing centre.
Multiple casualties.
Two different puzzles.
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 security.
Miroslav Gradic entered the UK last week.
The other two men are presumably his bodyguards.
The Hague's most wanted.
I thought he was 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 major Serb commander.
He blames the UK for NATO attacks on Yugoslavia.
NATO blames him for massacres.
No reason to come here and raise merry hell.
He's putting himself at risk.
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 Yellow Pages under Secret Military Installations.
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.
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, houses.
Gradic will have a fan base in the Serbian Mafia over here.
We're running five Serbian surveillance operations.
You review Serb surveillance.
You source non-Mafia Serbian contacts.
- Pincer movement.
- Tom.
Yeah? Are you sure you want to be here? I don't think I have a choice, do I? 'There were scenes of destruction following the blast, 'which damaged several houses.
'Michael Purefoy had only recently taken up the position 'of secretary of state for Northern Ireland, following a period at the DTI.
'The War For Irish Unity issued a statement 'apologising for "the regrettable involvement of innocent bystanders" 'but asserted that the secretary of state was "a legitimate target".
'Mr Purefoy leaves his wife Carol, who is in a critical condition.
'She is yet to be told about 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 had three narrow escapes from KFOR.
You only do that with a tip-off from somewhere.
Tom? Presumably sympathisers in the Serbian authorities.
Yeah, and who tips them off? Exactly.
Guess who just joined the Serbian Embassy? - This is Sam.
She's just joined.
- First day? Bad luck.
Rado worked in Belgrade for the then Yugoslav government.
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? 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.
Oh, 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! So come on, fill me in.
Last I heard, you were at Oxford or something.
- Yeah.
- 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) - Hello.
I need you to get a number for me.
Unlisted.
Surrey.
- Sure.
Who? - Jane Simm.
Ellie's mum.
(ltalian accent) Excuse me, is anyone sitting here? Er, 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 just wondering if Ellie was there? It's a friend.
Matthew.
(Woman) 'Oh, yes.
Tom.
One minute.
'Ellie, it's Tom 'She doesn't want to speak to you.
I'm sorry.
' (Hangs up) Thanks.
Are you, um, with anyone? I mean, here? I'm waiting for a friend, actually.
He's just finishing up at work.
Oh, and here he is.
Jamie, what took you so long? - Sorry.
Boss made me work late.
- Sorry.
I just got a round of drinks in.
- Oh, don't worry.
- Hey.
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) - 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 peffect 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 all say the same thing.
- The 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 innocent and 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.
- Their lives are ruined 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.
(Danny) 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, automatic weapons.
- It was a smash-and-grab raid.
- Selling on or using? - I know what my money's on.
- He's got to store it.
Presumably close to home.
The Serb community's brought the portcullis down.
Either people don't know anything or they're not talking.
- We knock on doors, they'll be gone.
- Registry's got something.
This was taken in a UN safe house after Gradic's unit occupied it.
This the tail end of a diatribe against Britain.
He holds us responsible as we always agree with America on NATO matters.
Along with everything else.
Why the tears? He'd just been told of the death of his sons.
What's he saying? Zoe? Erm "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.
Surprise, surprise.
He's vowing to strike back at the heart of the enemy.
That's us.
Er"I will only strike military targets, as I've 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.
Ml6 had him under surveillance in Belgrade and kept it up when he came here.
If Rado is 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.
- You're going to be his new best friend.
I guess I am.
(Speaking Serbian) (Tom) 'OK.
Rado's 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? You know.
Quiet.
Yeah, I'll take it.
First an army base, now a munitions transport, both in 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.
All 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? 'Thank you very much.
' - Hello there.
How was the film? - It was very good.
- A good day at work, I trust? - Not bad.
Not bad at all.
What was 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? No.
I didn't.
'Sorry.
Just trying to get to know customers, you know, when they're new.
' That's all right.
I understand.
I'm a journalist, actually.
Right.
Nicely done, mate.
Can't you work from 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 Well, it's a very special computer.
Oh, yeah? All sounds very flashy.
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 your direction but do nothing about it.
One day, you will quit this job.
Get another one.
Well paid.
- You have a CV? - Not really.
You're kidding! Here I am talking to you and 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? - Wouldn't you wear a gift from a girl? - Yes.
- She wasn't asking you.
- Kate! - Hey! You're running late, I think.
Don't tell anyone.
I've been trying to get another job.
I was out getting the details.
- You make me so proud! - Shh! - (Whispers) I'm sorry.
I'm very proud.
- What do you think? 'Um Well ' It's a good CV, but I mean, your presentation is just I'm not very good at layout and that kind of stuff.
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.
'Lf she sees me, I'll be here all night.
' Sam.
Come out front.
Listen, listen, this better idea I was thinking, we could 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.
- 'Danny, what's the position now? ' - Rado and Zoe are in.
- Where are you? - Driving to Ellie's parents' place.
- Think she'll speak to you? - I'm optimistic.
- Can you see the flat? - Yep.
Light is on and all is 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.
OK, but I need to speak to you urgently.
- Just get an 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 in Croatia.
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? Hm? 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 any 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.
- 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.
- There's lots you don't know about me.
You're wrong again.
I know a lot about you Kate.
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'll have this for you tomorrow.
I promise.
Right.
They really were kids, Tom.
Nothing to do with Rado.
I'm sure of it.
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? Argh! - Expecting anyone else? - Yeah.
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 like this.
- 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? - 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 coloufful past, by the way.
It's nothing personal.
It's just you know, the alphabet.
- (Computer bleeps) - He's doing it.
When we know what the keystrokes sound like, we can decode and read everything he types.
The PM's flying back from France.
He wants to convene Cobra away from Whitehall.
Why now? Any sooner would have been an overreaction.
Two 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.
- Tell them we're working on it.
Danny, how's the MOD? Overworked and underpaid.
If there is a mole, they'll be hiding under a ton of paperwork.
I'll be in the meeting room.
(Tom) '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.
(Mouths) 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 nonsmoker in flat/houseshare.
£180 a 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 he's getting a lot of washing done.
Cash.
Lump sums.
Very amateur.
He works in Defence Logistics.
- Munitions support? - Exactly.
Look back further and the guy is in serious 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 admin at 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.
That's what they told you? You handed over Government secrets without thinking who to? I didn't see anything wrong in what they wanted.
- Shit.
- How did they make the first approach? Through my friend.
A Serbian dude in Hammersmith.
- Radovan.
- How did they make the exchanges? Dead drops.
We never met.
We agreed on a code.
'They put classified ads in the paper, 'including 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 a 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.
- 'Ls anyone else using this method? ' - 'No.
' - What's going to happen to me? - Bad things.
- I want a solicitor - Shut up.
Somewhere in these ads are coded messages.
Some were used to communicate with a mole in the MOD but we think there are other messages between a Serbian contact and Gradic.
We want a grid reference, a place and time, anything that could be used to communicate a location on a map.
OK? Ignore any ad that does not conform to the template.
Pass all your work on to Sam.
Quickly! (Clock chiming) 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.
What if they're targets, not dead drops? Three of the ads decode to a grid system in addition to the ones you've indicated but they're military.
Two of them decode to the exact locations of the attacks.
- (Tom) The third? - It's today's.
- It's the site of the Cobra meeting.
- All along.
It's been building to this.
Strike enough military targets, you can guarantee Cobra will meet.
Prime minister.
Chief of defence.
Heads of all armed forces.
It's not just a committee, 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 (Danny) 'Tom, is your GPS working? I can't get a trace on you.
' This'll take a minute.
Out.
(Phone) - 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'll 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, Tom.
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 (Car horn beeps) Tom, are you all right? There are omissions in this report, events too sensitive even for Eyes Alpha, but you must know the facts.
- 'Tom, what's going on? ' - Close shave.
You found me yet? - Yeah.
The turn-off's coming up.
- 'Did you call ahead? ' Yeah.
Harry says to put your foot down.
Sir, there is an urgent matter which takes precedence.
Kill him.
Sit down.
Apologies again 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 innocents.
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.
The British soldiers you killed weren't your enemies.
Neither were 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.
Sir, they're ready for you outside.
- Give me your weapon.
Your weapon.
- I heard you, sir.
- Give it to me.
- I can't.
Hand over your weapon! There's no justice any more.
Not the way the world plays it.
Nuremberg.
Truth and reconciliation.
No successful prosecutions of international law.
Do you know how much that Lockerbie suspect cost? - An enormous amount of money.
- An enormous amount of money.
- They're sending Gradic to the Hague.
- Hm.
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.
No, but I do 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 from Section C.
And no news is bad news where they're concerned.
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, via RAF Shoreham.
In the interests of justice we told them he was a paedophile.
Know what the Egyptians do with sex offenders? Would we want to know? (Rado) Can you check again, please? The number is 07700900002.
(Man) 'That number is not valid, sir.
' But I've called it.
I've spoken to someone on it.
'You must be mistaken, sir.
That number is yet to be allocated.
' - Kate.
- (Sirens approaching) Her name is Kate.
'Goodbye, sir.
I'm sorry.
' (Footsteps approaching, banging at door) (Doorbell) 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 Birmingham.
'His name is Mohammad Rachid.
' - They want kids to be bombs! - 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!