Spooks s05e01 Episode Script
Gas and Oil (Part 1)
This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting Angela Wells is beyond help.
We could help her.
How? Kill her.
I'm authorising shoot to kill.
I want to speak to the Home Secretary now.
GUNSHOT BREAKING GLASS Get him inside! Get him inside! Forgive me, Harry.
OK, that's the exit wound done.
He's tachycardic.
His asystolic's now 70.
losing him.
Can't find the bleed.
Got it.
Right, clamping the artery.
He's arrested.
Standby for internal defib.
Jakarta is coming! He's still VF.
Increase to Are we dreaming, Daddy? Are we in this dream together? We'll always be together.
Is Mummy coming home? Where's my mummy? No, Mummy's not coming home.
REPORTER ON TV: '.
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billowing into the night sky from the UK's principal fuel depot right behind me.
' 'Police are saying that this is without question a terrorist attack.
'The emergency.
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Oh, my God! 'There's just been another huge blast.
Another explosion has.
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' Is Mummy coming? Where's my mummy? Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.
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fear that more explosions are imminent.
'Experts are already saying that the scale of the damage will have an enormous impact on the supply 'of fuel and energy to homes and businesses throughout Britain.
' 'Interpol and the United Kingdom's Intelligence Service MI6 have joined 'forces to apprehend an Al-Qaeda terrorist cell based in Holland.
'The cell is believed to be behind the recent attacks.
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' 'But the question has to be asked, is Britain now becoming totally ungovernable?' We're fighting a war on terror, and we are losing that war, because.
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'The Government mishandled the crisis.
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'They would like the Prime Minister to resign.
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to push through legislation.
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about a new breed of terrorism.
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major fuel depots.
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' 'We're under attack.
With an increase in prices, I mean, how.
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terrorist attacks.
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totally ungovernable.
' Is Mummy coming home? Where's my mummy? I don't believe it.
Adam's back.
Miss me? No, no, we, er.
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we hardly noticed your absence.
Good to see you, Adam.
And you.
Are we going to do this? This story the press have picked up on - "Get ready, Britain, Jakarta's coming.
" It hasn't gone away.
No.
The phrase started appearing about three weeks ago on the internet and in papers in the Arab world, and it's everywhere.
Must be connected to the bombings of the fuel depots.
The timing would suggest so.
It's also the same threat that was sent to the Prime Minister's son Rowan.
While at university, Rowan's vulnerable.
If anything happens to him we'll lose the PM's leadership at the most critical moment.
Jo stays with him on close protection.
Sure.
Adam? Are you sure you should be back at work? Four weeks away and look at the mess you get into! A grim warning about what it will really be like when fuel supplies do run out.
What's your take on it? Al-Qaeda.
OK.
What? You think it could be something different? No.
Come on.
It's just.
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it's not standard Al-Qaeda.
Threats to the Prime Minister's son, "Jakarta's coming.
" It strikes a discordant note.
Look, his eyes are red! I'm at the Royal Eastern Hospital, where angry scenes are unfolding as anxious people are turned away due to lack of resources.
The third time I've tried to get my daughter seen! You tell your viewers that.
There's no petrol, the supermarkets are running out of food, we're being attacked by terrorists.
Where's the Prime Minister? He's on bloody holiday, probably! Sorry about the interruption there, but, as you can see, this is clearly an issue that people feel passionate about.
For now, though, back over to the studio.
"The agonising death of businessman Terry Miles has led to speculation "within the intelligence services that biological warfare has already begun on mainland Britain.
" Drop the death stare.
It didn't come from us.
Has it begun? We're waiting for the autopsy results.
In the meantime, we're re-interrogating everyone picked up after the fuel attacks and also using back channels to rule out any possible foreign state involvement.
If it's biological, there'll be footprints.
They've also picked up on this "Jakarta is coming" threat.
It's taking on a life of its own.
It's even appearing on walls.
What's that about? It's about adding to the panic, which isn't hard when you can see that every single person with a cough or aching joints.
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Most of the population at this time of year.
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is descending on their local hospital scared out of their wits that they're going to die in agony, weeping blood.
The press are also loving that little detail.
They shouldn't! They do the terrorist's job for them.
Now, I've gone on about this till I'm blue in the face, but they just keep whipping up the panic.
The hospitals are close to collapse.
Maybe your people should improve their media-management skills.
I'm gonna do better than that.
I'm going to the mouth of the sewer and talk to Paul Millington.
It's a national crisis, Harry.
You better remind Millington what we expect of him right now.
Harry! Good to see you.
And you.
Don't get up.
How's the life of a media mogul? Monopolies Commission treating you well? Well, Harry, I can't complain.
I don't think you can after they threw in a TV channel to go with the newspaper you were acquiring.
You know that only three people have developed this bloody-eye syndrome? So far.
And yet hundreds will die, because the panic is putting such pressure on health resources.
The public has a right to be informed of the threat's nature.
Don't want to make the situation worse, do we? We're not the Government's propaganda arm, Harry.
Well, I'm not asking you to mislead people.
I'm simply asking for a little restraint.
These are editorial decisions.
I don't interfere with those.
I'm sorry, that's the sound of incredulous laughter being stifled.
Unless I see a very good reason for doing so.
And avoiding mass psychosis isn't a very good reason? You show me some evidence that we're not under attack from biological weapons and I'll pass it on to my editors.
Do you want some tea? No.
How the hell did they poison them? Each of the victims had a tiny puncture mark on the lower half of their body.
It's consistent with a passer-by inflicting the wound.
I wouldn't normally say that was good news, but at least it's not biological warfare.
Smart terrorism, though.
They knew it would cause mayhem.
Shame, the press decided to help them achieve their goals.
They must plaster it all over the front pages.
Simple and stark - "Doctors rule out biological warfare.
" You've been up most of the night.
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Zaf, wait.
Can you slow down? Make sure they check victims from the tube stations? It's being done.
Then home! Right! 'The Prime Minister is working round the clock to introduce measures 'which ensure that we defeat the terrorists who are attacking us.
' I would ask for greater understanding for the difficult situation that we face both as a government and as a nation.
I would just like to add that our latest intelligence is strongly suggesting that this is not biological warfare, so I would urge people to remain calm.
PHONE RINGS Yep? The anti-terror bill has been defeated in the Commons, Adam.
Half the Government's MPs joined the opposition.
Well, that was to be expected.
It was full of holes.
The Home Secretary is demanding inter-agency co-operation to get to the bottom of the recent attacks.
We'll host the meetings here.
Put padlocks on the computers and hide the stationery.
Adam, it's Ruth.
Ruth wouldn't allow me to make this call unless I added she thinks it's time you found someone permanent for Wes.
I haven't got time to go.
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No, no, no.
I'll do it, Adam.
Leave it with me.
As long as you trust me to get the right person.
I trust you.
Get some rest.
Thanks.
Why did you have to leave me? What's Millington up to? Look at the front pages of most of the red-tops, I mean, this one - some blonde I've never even heard of is having her breasts shrunk, enlarged or retreaded, I don't know.
And the news we're not facing biological warfare is buried on page 5.
They could have stopped the panic and saved lives! Bloody Millington.
He said if I gave him evidence.
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Well, I gave it to him! Well, he's certainly not looking for a peerage.
We'd better go down there.
They'll be here.
'Hello, stranger.
' I was calling to see if a cheque had cleared.
Sorry, no.
The Prime Minister is under siege.
Nothing must happen to his son or he could break completely.
Guard him closely.
I understand.
OK.
I'll call again tomorrow.
Thank you.
No joy? Bloody banks.
Look.
It's strange.
I got the funny message again.
Tell your detective, Rowan.
Who's that? "That" is Michael Collingwood from MI6.
Ah, your counterpart.
I'll say one thing for him - he can wear a suit.
A straight back.
It's something common to men of his class.
Who's that with him? I don't recognise her.
Well, she'll get the attention of the red-blooded males.
Michael.
Harry! And this is.
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Pleased to meet you.
This is Juliet Shaw.
Hello.
This cannot go on.
We're getting hit after hit.
We've had some considerable successes.
Most of those involved in the attacks on the fuel depots have been detained.
You had far less success your end, Home Secretary.
If you're referring to the anti-terror legislation, Michael, I sweated blood to get that through.
There's always an excuse.
You've got problems with your backbenchers, you've got problems with the Lords, problems with the Opposition, problems in Cabinet, problems with the civil-liberties lobby.
This bill was meant to help us fight fire with fire.
Sorry, but democracy can be bloody awkward sometimes.
Yes.
OK, let's not waste time with recriminations.
You see, the problem is.
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Don't interrupt me, please.
Our task is to plan inter-agency coordination.
You see, the problem is we cannot defend the country unless you give us the weapons to do so.
Are you listening to me? Have you listened to a word I've just said? Yes, I have, and I'm hearing the same old rubbish.
That is enough! I don't give a damn what you think of me, but I hold one of the three great offices of state and you will treat it with respect! Hasn't the Prime Minister's special policy adviser been doing some behind-the-scenes work with more moderate opponents of the anti-terror bill? Yes.
With a few minor amendments, Gerry Houghton thinks we can get through the measures we need.
The cell that attacked the depot and the gas pipeline came from Holland.
Don't we have any intelligence on them? Chaff.
Nothing significant.
I want the mastermind of these attacks and I want it dealt with.
And that includes the threat to the Prime Minister's son.
How's the Prime Minister really coping? The Cabinet's restless.
Gerry Houghton's really the only one who's keeping him going.
And you.
But I wasn't there from the beginning like Houghton was.
Collingwood's a difficult bastard.
He's an old warrior.
I doubt if he voted for you, but his manner's always been somewhat abrasive.
I'm relying on you, Harry.
There are voices in Cabinet urging the PM to incautious measures.
At the moment Houghton, is a voice of reason, and there aren't many of those about.
One more terror attack and he'll be drowned out completely.
Morning.
Hello, Mr Houghton.
The death of the MP Gerry Houghton may have been linked to images found on his computer.
Police officers are refusing to confirm an investigation into a paedophile ring but confirm that Mr Houghton was recently released on police bail after being questioned about images found on the hard disk of his computer.
He was my godfather.
It's horrible.
It doesn't make sense.
Gerry wasn't a paedophile.
You know, I've known him my whole life, and he was not a paedophile.
I just don't understand why nobody's getting up and saying something, you know? My dad could go on the television and just tell everyone it's not true, and then it'd be fine.
I don't understand what's going on at all! With everything.
Harry, sorry to interrupt, but this has just come in.
Six had high-grade intelligence on the Rotterdam cell - knew it was planning a hit soon, knew it was likely to be Britain, even mentioned the fuel depot as a possible location.
But it was marked as low priority.
Who received this information? It came over from the Dutch to a desk officer at Six.
She didn't sit on it - it went straight to Michael Collingwood.
"Chaff.
Insignificant.
" You heard him.
He's a bloody liar covering his mistakes.
There's something else that's a little strange.
The Latin American specialists have seen "Jakarta is coming" before.
Latin American? "Ja viene Jakarta.
" Used in Chile in the 1970s to warn that a great massacre was coming.
What's that got to do with an Al-Qaeda bomb attack in Britain? Michael Collingwood was based in Latin America around the same time.
It could be that the similarity and phraseology is a coincidence, but that's highly unlikely.
So we had intel on the Al-Qaeda bomb attack but did nothing, turned away, and somebody is supplying Al-Qaeda with a highly sophisticated poison.
Add that to the threats against Rowan and now Houghton's death - somebody is running a parallel agenda.
Somebody? Somebody being Michael Collingwood? Except, why? I don't know, but from now on, we keep Collingwood and his team under tight surveillance.
I'll work on Ros, keep her where we can see her.
We'll invite her to some ad-hoc meetings on the Grid to make inter-agency cooperation more.
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proactive.
Exactly.
Proactive.
If Collingwood and his MI6 boys are helping Al-Qaeda, we need to find out the reason.
Tread carefully.
MI6 don't take prisoners.
Miss Myers, we've not been properly introduced.
Adam Carter.
Call me Ros.
Here's your briefing.
So, how's the state of Denmark? Pretty rotten, as usual.
We're trying to find out if the French secret service had anything to do with Gerry Houghton's death.
I might want to take a swing at that one.
Shame.
Could be a straight ball disguised as a curveball.
Yeah, or it be utter bollocks, and I know which one I favour.
You look very well for a man who's just taken a high-velocity bullet.
And you look very well for a woman who's just uncovered a nest of informers in Baghdad.
Good.
We both look well.
Listen, do you, um, do you want to go for some dinner tonight? You don't waste your time, do you? You're the new kid on the block.
We're bound to be intrigued by your reputation.
Or you could just be trying to get me into bed.
No, I'd have gone for the more direct approach.
I think I'd be just as satisfied getting into your address book.
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that.
Seriously, the Arab world is my area.
We should get together, see if we have any mutual acquaintances.
OK.
Find a restaurant.
'There are circumstances when a country reaches a critical breakdown point.
'This point is approached when the economy is screaming 'and centre ground is disappearing, 'and in concrete terms, when there is a significant external threat 'which requires more energetic response from security services.
'Now, how serious does this need to be? 'Well, we believe that three major terror attacks 'by the IRA would provoke such a breakdown and require 'a different kind of government, at least temporarily.
' He made that speech at the Centre for Freedom Studies after the breakdown of the first IRA ceasefire, in 1996.
So we're one attack away from a breakdown.
Shouldn't be another one.
We've mopped up most of Al-Qaeda's logistical units.
What if he were to stage the last attack himself? No, that's not possible.
This reference to centre ground.
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What about it? Gerry Houghton was the voice of compromise on the anti-terror bill.
Collingwood knows that in a time of chaos the voice of compromise must be extinguished.
I think he killed Gerry Houghton.
I think he wants the centre ground to disappear.
We've been snooping around Six's central post box.
Have you got in? Impossible, I'm afraid.
What we have done is profiled the most active delivery men.
Michael Collingwood's team have been very busy.
Step up surveillance.
Collingwood and Myers won't be the ones getting their hands dirty.
Sure.
We've got a drop, Alpha One.
Roger that.
CAMERA WHIRS There's the pick-up.
Lima one, I need you to send over the ID as soon as you can.
Copy that.
Colin, stay on this guy.
I need you to keep a close eye on him.
Sure.
Do you think the attacks have finished? Hard to say.
Al-Qaeda like to hit twice.
They've done so.
If there was a third attack.
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It would put the country under intolerable pressure.
I tell you what concerns us - the way the gas companies hiked the prices after the attack on the pipeline.
You know who my father is.
Who? It wasn't a question, Adam.
You know who my father is.
Now you mention it.
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Yes, Sir Jocelyn Myers.
Yes, ex-Ambassador to Russia.
Yes, on the board of GAS-STREAM.
But you'll have to ask him about price increases.
You see, that's disappointing, because I know it's considered cool to denigrate the little foibles in one's profession, but I love my job, and show and tell is one of my favourite games.
Well, you should practise more.
Because you're rubbish at it.
MOBILE RINGS Sorry.
It's the baby-sitter.
I have to.
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Never heard Harry Pearce called that before.
Hello? Yeah, is he OK? Where's Colin? Er, he's got a pass for the day.
He's on surveillance watching one of Collingwood's men.
"Enthusiastic about goal celebration"? Zebra three? Hello, Big Bird.
It's tricky, this five across.
BLEEPING That's strange.
It's giving them access to flight numbers and airlines.
Pretty sophisticated kit.
Oh, my God.
They're mapping the heavens.
Malcolm, I've hacked into their computer, and you're not gonna believe this.
They're focusing on two flights in particular, simulating taking them off their normal flight path.
It's a dress rehearsal for crashing two passenger planes into each other over London.
Malcolm, are you still there? Zebra Three? INTERFERENCE CRACKLES Zeb.
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Colin, can you hear me? What's wrong? Nothing.
Just lost Colin.
Comms are down.
Alpha One, what's your status? This is Zebra Three.
Hello, Zebra Three.
Spying on your own side.
It's nothing personal.
We're just keeping tabs on everyone and everything these days.
Yeah, well, I suppose it figures.
Not a hanging offence, but I imagine some wrists will be slapped.
It's a pretty impressive piece of kit you've got.
Is it the Bostock model? Well, there's no flies on you, Zebra Three.
My name's Colin.
Well, it's a murky old world up there, Colin - CIA rendition flights, drug deliveries, ghost planes.
Got to keep an eye on it all.
Sure.
What happens now, Colin, is we're gonna have to let our boss have a quick chat with you.
Well, he should really speak to my boss.
Let's let him hear it from the zebra's mouth.
Keane.
What? "Enthusiastic about goal celebration.
" It's Robbie Keane.
"Enthusiastic" - "keen".
I must tell Malcolm.
Who's Malcolm? Is that your boyfriend? No.
So it's not true you have to be gay to get into MI5, then? No! But are you gay, Colin? That's none of your business! No need to get touchy.
We're just messing about with you.
You do seem quite on edge, Colin.
Pull over, Lee.
I'm bursting for a piss, having sat in that car all afternoon.
Colin, get out of the car, stretch your legs a bit.
Please, just get your boss to speak to mine.
Come on, Colin, get out of the car.
Easy, Colin.
You look a bit lost.
That's enough running for today.
You dropped these, Colin.
I'm not strong enough to fight you.
I was never any good at this running and jumping thing.
I was.
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To be honest, I'm not meant to be out in the field.
It's just that we're very overstretched.
So just get on with whatever it is you're gonna do to me, because I might be smaller and weaker than you, but you can hurt me but you won't humiliate me.
Problem is, Colin, the world is not made for small and weak people any longer.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
Please don't, no.
Please.
Oh, God! Please! Stand up for me, Colin.
Don't make me hurt you.
Don't make me hurt you, Colin.
If you struggle, it'll hurt more.
OK? Please! You're doing really well.
You're doing really well, Colin.
ROPE CREAKS He always wants me to read a chapter of his book.
I don't understand.
How could somebody do that to Colin? Nobody would have dared do this without high-level authorisation.
They're telling us they'll stop at nothing.
"They"? We keep talking about "they".
Who's "they"? We believe there's a conspiracy which is using the terrorist onslaught as a cover for an attack on the Government.
So, Michael Collingwood certainly.
Perhaps Millington.
He's been putting his press at their disposal.
They ignored intelligence about terror attacks, spread the panic and took out the Prime Minister's closest ally, who was about to secure a deal on an important bill regarding homeland security.
Now they've killed one of us.
Do you know the last thing he did? It was an MP3 for Jo.
It's very clever.
It's got a tiny transmitter linked to the alarm system warning her of an intruder.
And if she's asleep, it sends a signal to her wristwatch, making it vibrate.
Simple but smart.
That's how he does things.
From now on, only routine business on the Grid.
Everyone needs to check their personal security and, Zaf, you must warn Jo immediately.
They want us to know how confident they are.
What are we going to do now? There's not much we can do.
Because he wasn't important enough.
We could take out one of theirs in return, but what would that get us? Our satisfaction.
Our satisfaction will come from defeating their conspiracy.
Oh, shut up, you pompous old fool! He wasn't just some geek who did crossword puzzles! He was my bloody best friend! Malcolm.
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What do you think they want us to do next? I don't know.
Well, I do.
They've done this deliberately.
They're expecting us to go looking for revenge and take our eye off the ball.
But we're not gonna play by the rules that they set.
It isn't a game! Yes, it is! That's exactly what it is! It's a big elaborate game.
The question we always have to ask ourselves is, what do they want us to do? How do they want us to react? What do we do, Malcolm? The opposite.
That's right.
If we kill one of Collingwood's men in revenge, if we even kill Collingwood himself, we'll have achieved nothing.
We have to wait.
We have to wait until we're ready and then, in our time, when we decide, we'll strike, and we'll finish them once and for all.
But until then, we have to act normal.
We have to carry on as if the hanging was a suicide, which the police report will inevitably say it was.
They'll know we know, but we'll smile at them.
And we'll carry on smiling at them.
And if you can't deal with that, then you're no good to me.
So smile.
Adam.
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I can't.
Adam.
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I can't.
Smile.
Would you have smiled at your wife's killers? Yes.
I would have smiled at Fiona's killers, if it had been necessary.
Yes, I believe you would.
That's good.
Work on it.
Colin found something out in his van.
We need to know what it was.
KNOCKING If this is one of those charity people.
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Yes? I'm Jenny.
What? The new nanny for Wes.
I was told to come at seven for a chat.
Have I come at a bad time? Not at all.
BLINKING BUZZING CREAKING CREAKING What the.
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OK, what's going on? You are not.
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I'm an officer of the British security services.
I've been working undercover to protect you.
Where's my detective? I've no idea.
Who are those people back there? Possibly officers of the British security services.
What is going on? ! There's a plot against the Government.
It's being fought on several fronts.
You're one of them.
What do they want from me? We're working on that.
Where are you taking me now? Somewhere safe.
I don't want you to use your phone - we're going somewhere we can't be traced.
But I can call my dad? No.
No non-essential communications.
He's the Prime Minister! I'm sorry, right now that doesn't guarantee anything, Rowan.
Jo? She's found a bolt hole.
That's all we know.
MOBILE RINGS Ros! Dinner? I tell you what, I've got a better idea.
Why don't you come over to mine? No, I'll make sure he's asleep.
OK, great.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Malcolm, e-mail me Jo's location details, would you? Right! 'The Prime Minister issued a statement.
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biological warfare, but some predict.
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Hello.
Come in.
How did you get into this? Into what? Your job.
I was recruited.
No, why did you want to do it? It was exciting, I suppose.
I like the thought of serving my country.
Hm.
Except what is our country? You know, is it the people trying to kill me, the people plotting against my dad? Well, maybe it's more of a personal thing, then.
I don't know.
It's home.
Fulfilling your promise, having certain freedoms and choices.
Except they're being eroded, aren't they? Bit by bit.
Even my dad's.
Oh, I don't know.
No, what about him? It's that he has to make choices, you know, that lead to the deaths of innocent people and families and children and things.
He's the Prime Minister, Rowan.
He doesn't always get the easy decisions.
I know, I know.
It's just it's hard to reconcile him sometimes with the man who took us to the camp site and things.
I don't know.
Sorry to hear about your officer.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was a shock for everyone.
Especially with what's going on right now.
Country's in a real mess.
There are people who want change.
It's not our job to change governments.
Who said anything about changing governments? You know what's coming.
Climate change, terrorism, energy shortages that'll make what's just happened look insignificant.
There'll be social and economic mayhem.
And what will we do about it? Set up a parliamentary commission? Call in the ombudsman? You talk as if you share that view.
No, but I don't think we can close our eyes to the threat.
The people that do hold that view hold it sincerely.
They have the country's best interests at heart.
Yeah, well, let's hope so.
Is that your son? Yeah.
He's sweet.
Some of the time.
You're a good father.
Some of the time.
No, you're a good father.
That's a very attractive quality.
I'd better go and check he's all right.
You still awake? Yeah.
I can't sleep.
Sorry, it's not exactly five-star accommodation! That's not why I can't sleep.
I know.
Just try and relax.
Is he OK? He's fine.
Good.
So.
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So? There's your more direct approach.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
No, I can't.
It's the same perfume.
What? My wife used to wear that scent.
I'm so sorry.
It's OK.
It's just I can't.
No, really.
It's not that I don't want to.
Don't.
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I'm flattered.
Why don't you stay and have another glass of wine? You don't have to go.
Believe me, Adam, you have nothing to apologise for.
Ros! Do not move! Do not move! Drop your weapons! Stay right where you are.
Drop your weapons! You should check your sources more carefully.
Wrong cottage, boys.
Take their car to pieces and then take them back to Thames House.
I think we need to talk about Colin.
Since the last time we met, certain very unpleasant facts have come to light.
In the early hours of the morning, an attack was launched on a cottage in Kent.
The attackers thought we were holding the Prime Minister's son Rowan there.
The original threats to Rowan actually emanated from Michael Collingwood, who we also believe was behind the murder of an MI5 desk officer.
What nonsense is this? "Jakarta is coming" - a phrase you picked up in Latin America? Because, of course, only I have been to Latin America(!) The precise details of the cottage, however, came from another source, a source who stole my fingerprints from a restaurant wine glass and then turned up at my flat fluttering her eyelashes, wearing my dead wife's perfume.
Nice touch, by the way.
I've worn that perfume since my sixteenth birthday.
The location of the decoy cottage was only on my laptop computer.
You stole those details and accepted the get-out clause I gave you.
I'm not gonna sit here and listen to this.
Whatever you're planning has got to stop.
I'm planning the security of the nation.
Do you want me to stop that? Bluster might work on the politicians, Michael, but you and I have been in this business for too long.
OK, we're done here.
Inter-agency collaboration is dead because of your absolutely outrageous suggestions.
Telephone call, sir.
Millington.
I understand.
Yes, everything's ready at my end.
We'll be ready to roll as soon as the news comes in.
I'll tell him.
Right.
Jocelyn? Paul Millington.
I've just had a message from Michael Collingwood, who wanted you to know that the trip to Jakarta is now finalised.
Last chance to pull out for all of us.
Good.
There were people in that room I've worked with for years.
They just walked out on me.
I can't believe he has such support.
He was never gonna admit the man we captured was one of his own men.
He just needed to observe protocol for the duration of the meeting.
Spare the blushes and call into his superiors for instructions.
MOBILE RINGS That'll be him.
Yes? Right.
He wants a meeting with the Home Secretary present.
Collingwood's not their Mr Big.
He must have called in to somebody who got him to arrange this.
Do we go? We've got nothing to lose.
I think I've found something, guv.
We've cross matched DNA from skin tissue on the back seat to Colin.
He was in that car.
His fingerprints are virtually seared into it.
Oh, God.
Now, here's the thing.
The two men that Colin was watching were Lee McKenzie and Steve Jensen.
McKenzie was captured at the cottage, but the other man wasn't Jensen.
He's still out there somewhere.
Yeah.
We found a car pass down the back of the dashboard.
From where? South East Air Traffic Control Centre.
What if this is the third attack, the third attack Collingwood knew would send the country over the edge? Adam and Harry have gone to the meeting with Collingwood.
Hello, Harry.
My daughter has greatly enjoyed your hospitality.
The final piece in the jigsaw - corporate power.
The rules are different now, Harry.
They changed the day our British government accepted Guantanamo Bay and admitted the torture chamber as an instrument of state policy.
But that wasn't enough for you? Britain needs a new kind of leadership.
Sea levels are rising, oil's running out, terrorists are going nuclear.
Do you think this current system is capable of dealing with that? Spare me the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
This is nothing to do with national security, nothing to do with Al-Qaeda, either.
This is a coup d'etat, pure and simple.
Not so simple, actually.
The transition will be managed quite carefully.
In the hope that people don't notice the corpses, victims of the attacks you allowed to happen? Yes, what's next, Michael? Or hasn't Jakarta arrived yet, the third attack that will bring this country to its knees? I think all of us around this table have children, even grandchildren.
How can we look at what's coming and not tremble for them, not take steps to ensure their safety? That is no reason to dismantle our democracy.
I wonder why we fetishise democracy so much.
It's a system that's a blink in the eye of history.
It's a system which better men than you have died to protect.
I haven't seen anybody taking to the streets to defend it yet.
And the argument against civil liberties has been fought and lost.
That's not for you to decide! You're assuming that people will notice the difference.
You're assuming the British people care about abstract principles.
They'll put up with anything as long as you serve it up with a picture of Will Young in the shower.
You insufferable snob, pronouncing on the national character while warming your feet at the club! Since we've dispensed with the niceties of theoretical debate, let me give you an ultimatum.
The Prime Minister has a week to accept new terms of government, which will be delivered shortly.
During the time we've given you to consider your ever-weakening position, I give you my word there will be no further incidents, and I expect the same consideration from you.
Agreed.
Adam? It was true about the perfume.
I'd never have done anything so vulgar.
Yes, you would.
It was a gift for my birthday.
From Daddy to his little girl, was it? I knew nothing about the murder of your officer.
You have to believe that.
I don't have to believe a single word you tell me.
Do you think they'll stick to it? Improbable.
Bloody Harry Pearce.
This isn't anything to do with his beliefs.
He just loves a good fight.
Don't be so sure of that.
It frustrates me we can't convince him.
It's too late now, everything's in place.
The escorts know when to disappear.
The escorts? You've just agreed to a week's cessation of hostilities.
It's really of very little consequence.
It IS of consequence.
Why? It's beneath us.
It's dishonourable.
You gave them your word.
You've let Adam Carter outwit you once already, Rosalind.
Outwit me? That seduction routine was a stupid and amateur plan that underestimated the target and I warned you was likely to backfire.
You overruled me.
I got you what you wanted.
Don't blame me if they set a trap for you.
This type of decision is not within my brief.
Michael has operational control.
I've checked all new staff for airport control in the last month and, erm, one face jumped out - Jensen's.
Collingwood's man? Yes.
And according to the rota, he's working this afternoon.
This is the third attack, isn't it? It must be.
I'll try and get through to Harry.
Filter in place.
Stand by for re-route.
Standing by.
Re-route complete.
Control, Blue Wing 303 approaching Bobbindons.
Request further clearance.
Blue Wing 303, right on to heading 130.
Descend to 4, 000 feet.
Radar heading 130.
Control, Eagle 47 on a Wellington 4G departure.
Climbing to 1, 000 feet.
Then 3, 000.
What happened to our escort? Stop the car! What's going on? Get out now! Come on, come on! MOBILE RINGS Adam? Juliet, get out of the car! Get away from the vehicle! Just do it! OK, stop the car.
Stop the car now, please! Juliet! We're getting reports.
One of the cars returning from the meeting's been blown up.
Harry? No news yet.
It's begun.
Radar contact, Eagle 47.
Climb and maintain 4, 000.
Eagle 47 climbing to 4, The scale of events has increased dramatically in the last 24 hours with an attack on the Home Secretary.
Blue Wing 303, immediate climb to 5, 000 feet and right turn.
Things have the potential to get very bloody.
As in crashing planes full of civilians? What's going on? It appears I have a temporary detention order for you.
HARRY! JAKARTA IS COMING! Britain will be run by an unelected committee with the silhouette of a hangman behind it.
We could help her.
How? Kill her.
I'm authorising shoot to kill.
I want to speak to the Home Secretary now.
GUNSHOT BREAKING GLASS Get him inside! Get him inside! Forgive me, Harry.
OK, that's the exit wound done.
He's tachycardic.
His asystolic's now 70.
losing him.
Can't find the bleed.
Got it.
Right, clamping the artery.
He's arrested.
Standby for internal defib.
Jakarta is coming! He's still VF.
Increase to Are we dreaming, Daddy? Are we in this dream together? We'll always be together.
Is Mummy coming home? Where's my mummy? No, Mummy's not coming home.
REPORTER ON TV: '.
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billowing into the night sky from the UK's principal fuel depot right behind me.
' 'Police are saying that this is without question a terrorist attack.
'The emergency.
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Oh, my God! 'There's just been another huge blast.
Another explosion has.
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' Is Mummy coming? Where's my mummy? Keep Wes safe.
Promise me you will.
REPORTER: '.
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fear that more explosions are imminent.
'Experts are already saying that the scale of the damage will have an enormous impact on the supply 'of fuel and energy to homes and businesses throughout Britain.
' 'Interpol and the United Kingdom's Intelligence Service MI6 have joined 'forces to apprehend an Al-Qaeda terrorist cell based in Holland.
'The cell is believed to be behind the recent attacks.
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about a new breed of terrorism.
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major fuel depots.
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With an increase in prices, I mean, how.
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terrorist attacks.
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totally ungovernable.
' Is Mummy coming home? Where's my mummy? I don't believe it.
Adam's back.
Miss me? No, no, we, er.
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we hardly noticed your absence.
Good to see you, Adam.
And you.
Are we going to do this? This story the press have picked up on - "Get ready, Britain, Jakarta's coming.
" It hasn't gone away.
No.
The phrase started appearing about three weeks ago on the internet and in papers in the Arab world, and it's everywhere.
Must be connected to the bombings of the fuel depots.
The timing would suggest so.
It's also the same threat that was sent to the Prime Minister's son Rowan.
While at university, Rowan's vulnerable.
If anything happens to him we'll lose the PM's leadership at the most critical moment.
Jo stays with him on close protection.
Sure.
Adam? Are you sure you should be back at work? Four weeks away and look at the mess you get into! A grim warning about what it will really be like when fuel supplies do run out.
What's your take on it? Al-Qaeda.
OK.
What? You think it could be something different? No.
Come on.
It's just.
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it's not standard Al-Qaeda.
Threats to the Prime Minister's son, "Jakarta's coming.
" It strikes a discordant note.
Look, his eyes are red! I'm at the Royal Eastern Hospital, where angry scenes are unfolding as anxious people are turned away due to lack of resources.
The third time I've tried to get my daughter seen! You tell your viewers that.
There's no petrol, the supermarkets are running out of food, we're being attacked by terrorists.
Where's the Prime Minister? He's on bloody holiday, probably! Sorry about the interruption there, but, as you can see, this is clearly an issue that people feel passionate about.
For now, though, back over to the studio.
"The agonising death of businessman Terry Miles has led to speculation "within the intelligence services that biological warfare has already begun on mainland Britain.
" Drop the death stare.
It didn't come from us.
Has it begun? We're waiting for the autopsy results.
In the meantime, we're re-interrogating everyone picked up after the fuel attacks and also using back channels to rule out any possible foreign state involvement.
If it's biological, there'll be footprints.
They've also picked up on this "Jakarta is coming" threat.
It's taking on a life of its own.
It's even appearing on walls.
What's that about? It's about adding to the panic, which isn't hard when you can see that every single person with a cough or aching joints.
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Most of the population at this time of year.
Yeah.
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is descending on their local hospital scared out of their wits that they're going to die in agony, weeping blood.
The press are also loving that little detail.
They shouldn't! They do the terrorist's job for them.
Now, I've gone on about this till I'm blue in the face, but they just keep whipping up the panic.
The hospitals are close to collapse.
Maybe your people should improve their media-management skills.
I'm gonna do better than that.
I'm going to the mouth of the sewer and talk to Paul Millington.
It's a national crisis, Harry.
You better remind Millington what we expect of him right now.
Harry! Good to see you.
And you.
Don't get up.
How's the life of a media mogul? Monopolies Commission treating you well? Well, Harry, I can't complain.
I don't think you can after they threw in a TV channel to go with the newspaper you were acquiring.
You know that only three people have developed this bloody-eye syndrome? So far.
And yet hundreds will die, because the panic is putting such pressure on health resources.
The public has a right to be informed of the threat's nature.
Don't want to make the situation worse, do we? We're not the Government's propaganda arm, Harry.
Well, I'm not asking you to mislead people.
I'm simply asking for a little restraint.
These are editorial decisions.
I don't interfere with those.
I'm sorry, that's the sound of incredulous laughter being stifled.
Unless I see a very good reason for doing so.
And avoiding mass psychosis isn't a very good reason? You show me some evidence that we're not under attack from biological weapons and I'll pass it on to my editors.
Do you want some tea? No.
How the hell did they poison them? Each of the victims had a tiny puncture mark on the lower half of their body.
It's consistent with a passer-by inflicting the wound.
I wouldn't normally say that was good news, but at least it's not biological warfare.
Smart terrorism, though.
They knew it would cause mayhem.
Shame, the press decided to help them achieve their goals.
They must plaster it all over the front pages.
Simple and stark - "Doctors rule out biological warfare.
" You've been up most of the night.
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Zaf, wait.
Can you slow down? Make sure they check victims from the tube stations? It's being done.
Then home! Right! 'The Prime Minister is working round the clock to introduce measures 'which ensure that we defeat the terrorists who are attacking us.
' I would ask for greater understanding for the difficult situation that we face both as a government and as a nation.
I would just like to add that our latest intelligence is strongly suggesting that this is not biological warfare, so I would urge people to remain calm.
PHONE RINGS Yep? The anti-terror bill has been defeated in the Commons, Adam.
Half the Government's MPs joined the opposition.
Well, that was to be expected.
It was full of holes.
The Home Secretary is demanding inter-agency co-operation to get to the bottom of the recent attacks.
We'll host the meetings here.
Put padlocks on the computers and hide the stationery.
Adam, it's Ruth.
Ruth wouldn't allow me to make this call unless I added she thinks it's time you found someone permanent for Wes.
I haven't got time to go.
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No, no, no.
I'll do it, Adam.
Leave it with me.
As long as you trust me to get the right person.
I trust you.
Get some rest.
Thanks.
Why did you have to leave me? What's Millington up to? Look at the front pages of most of the red-tops, I mean, this one - some blonde I've never even heard of is having her breasts shrunk, enlarged or retreaded, I don't know.
And the news we're not facing biological warfare is buried on page 5.
They could have stopped the panic and saved lives! Bloody Millington.
He said if I gave him evidence.
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Well, I gave it to him! Well, he's certainly not looking for a peerage.
We'd better go down there.
They'll be here.
'Hello, stranger.
' I was calling to see if a cheque had cleared.
Sorry, no.
The Prime Minister is under siege.
Nothing must happen to his son or he could break completely.
Guard him closely.
I understand.
OK.
I'll call again tomorrow.
Thank you.
No joy? Bloody banks.
Look.
It's strange.
I got the funny message again.
Tell your detective, Rowan.
Who's that? "That" is Michael Collingwood from MI6.
Ah, your counterpart.
I'll say one thing for him - he can wear a suit.
A straight back.
It's something common to men of his class.
Who's that with him? I don't recognise her.
Well, she'll get the attention of the red-blooded males.
Michael.
Harry! And this is.
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Pleased to meet you.
This is Juliet Shaw.
Hello.
This cannot go on.
We're getting hit after hit.
We've had some considerable successes.
Most of those involved in the attacks on the fuel depots have been detained.
You had far less success your end, Home Secretary.
If you're referring to the anti-terror legislation, Michael, I sweated blood to get that through.
There's always an excuse.
You've got problems with your backbenchers, you've got problems with the Lords, problems with the Opposition, problems in Cabinet, problems with the civil-liberties lobby.
This bill was meant to help us fight fire with fire.
Sorry, but democracy can be bloody awkward sometimes.
Yes.
OK, let's not waste time with recriminations.
You see, the problem is.
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Don't interrupt me, please.
Our task is to plan inter-agency coordination.
You see, the problem is we cannot defend the country unless you give us the weapons to do so.
Are you listening to me? Have you listened to a word I've just said? Yes, I have, and I'm hearing the same old rubbish.
That is enough! I don't give a damn what you think of me, but I hold one of the three great offices of state and you will treat it with respect! Hasn't the Prime Minister's special policy adviser been doing some behind-the-scenes work with more moderate opponents of the anti-terror bill? Yes.
With a few minor amendments, Gerry Houghton thinks we can get through the measures we need.
The cell that attacked the depot and the gas pipeline came from Holland.
Don't we have any intelligence on them? Chaff.
Nothing significant.
I want the mastermind of these attacks and I want it dealt with.
And that includes the threat to the Prime Minister's son.
How's the Prime Minister really coping? The Cabinet's restless.
Gerry Houghton's really the only one who's keeping him going.
And you.
But I wasn't there from the beginning like Houghton was.
Collingwood's a difficult bastard.
He's an old warrior.
I doubt if he voted for you, but his manner's always been somewhat abrasive.
I'm relying on you, Harry.
There are voices in Cabinet urging the PM to incautious measures.
At the moment Houghton, is a voice of reason, and there aren't many of those about.
One more terror attack and he'll be drowned out completely.
Morning.
Hello, Mr Houghton.
The death of the MP Gerry Houghton may have been linked to images found on his computer.
Police officers are refusing to confirm an investigation into a paedophile ring but confirm that Mr Houghton was recently released on police bail after being questioned about images found on the hard disk of his computer.
He was my godfather.
It's horrible.
It doesn't make sense.
Gerry wasn't a paedophile.
You know, I've known him my whole life, and he was not a paedophile.
I just don't understand why nobody's getting up and saying something, you know? My dad could go on the television and just tell everyone it's not true, and then it'd be fine.
I don't understand what's going on at all! With everything.
Harry, sorry to interrupt, but this has just come in.
Six had high-grade intelligence on the Rotterdam cell - knew it was planning a hit soon, knew it was likely to be Britain, even mentioned the fuel depot as a possible location.
But it was marked as low priority.
Who received this information? It came over from the Dutch to a desk officer at Six.
She didn't sit on it - it went straight to Michael Collingwood.
"Chaff.
Insignificant.
" You heard him.
He's a bloody liar covering his mistakes.
There's something else that's a little strange.
The Latin American specialists have seen "Jakarta is coming" before.
Latin American? "Ja viene Jakarta.
" Used in Chile in the 1970s to warn that a great massacre was coming.
What's that got to do with an Al-Qaeda bomb attack in Britain? Michael Collingwood was based in Latin America around the same time.
It could be that the similarity and phraseology is a coincidence, but that's highly unlikely.
So we had intel on the Al-Qaeda bomb attack but did nothing, turned away, and somebody is supplying Al-Qaeda with a highly sophisticated poison.
Add that to the threats against Rowan and now Houghton's death - somebody is running a parallel agenda.
Somebody? Somebody being Michael Collingwood? Except, why? I don't know, but from now on, we keep Collingwood and his team under tight surveillance.
I'll work on Ros, keep her where we can see her.
We'll invite her to some ad-hoc meetings on the Grid to make inter-agency cooperation more.
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proactive.
Exactly.
Proactive.
If Collingwood and his MI6 boys are helping Al-Qaeda, we need to find out the reason.
Tread carefully.
MI6 don't take prisoners.
Miss Myers, we've not been properly introduced.
Adam Carter.
Call me Ros.
Here's your briefing.
So, how's the state of Denmark? Pretty rotten, as usual.
We're trying to find out if the French secret service had anything to do with Gerry Houghton's death.
I might want to take a swing at that one.
Shame.
Could be a straight ball disguised as a curveball.
Yeah, or it be utter bollocks, and I know which one I favour.
You look very well for a man who's just taken a high-velocity bullet.
And you look very well for a woman who's just uncovered a nest of informers in Baghdad.
Good.
We both look well.
Listen, do you, um, do you want to go for some dinner tonight? You don't waste your time, do you? You're the new kid on the block.
We're bound to be intrigued by your reputation.
Or you could just be trying to get me into bed.
No, I'd have gone for the more direct approach.
I think I'd be just as satisfied getting into your address book.
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that.
Seriously, the Arab world is my area.
We should get together, see if we have any mutual acquaintances.
OK.
Find a restaurant.
'There are circumstances when a country reaches a critical breakdown point.
'This point is approached when the economy is screaming 'and centre ground is disappearing, 'and in concrete terms, when there is a significant external threat 'which requires more energetic response from security services.
'Now, how serious does this need to be? 'Well, we believe that three major terror attacks 'by the IRA would provoke such a breakdown and require 'a different kind of government, at least temporarily.
' He made that speech at the Centre for Freedom Studies after the breakdown of the first IRA ceasefire, in 1996.
So we're one attack away from a breakdown.
Shouldn't be another one.
We've mopped up most of Al-Qaeda's logistical units.
What if he were to stage the last attack himself? No, that's not possible.
This reference to centre ground.
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What about it? Gerry Houghton was the voice of compromise on the anti-terror bill.
Collingwood knows that in a time of chaos the voice of compromise must be extinguished.
I think he killed Gerry Houghton.
I think he wants the centre ground to disappear.
We've been snooping around Six's central post box.
Have you got in? Impossible, I'm afraid.
What we have done is profiled the most active delivery men.
Michael Collingwood's team have been very busy.
Step up surveillance.
Collingwood and Myers won't be the ones getting their hands dirty.
Sure.
We've got a drop, Alpha One.
Roger that.
CAMERA WHIRS There's the pick-up.
Lima one, I need you to send over the ID as soon as you can.
Copy that.
Colin, stay on this guy.
I need you to keep a close eye on him.
Sure.
Do you think the attacks have finished? Hard to say.
Al-Qaeda like to hit twice.
They've done so.
If there was a third attack.
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It would put the country under intolerable pressure.
I tell you what concerns us - the way the gas companies hiked the prices after the attack on the pipeline.
You know who my father is.
Who? It wasn't a question, Adam.
You know who my father is.
Now you mention it.
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Mm.
Yes, Sir Jocelyn Myers.
Yes, ex-Ambassador to Russia.
Yes, on the board of GAS-STREAM.
But you'll have to ask him about price increases.
You see, that's disappointing, because I know it's considered cool to denigrate the little foibles in one's profession, but I love my job, and show and tell is one of my favourite games.
Well, you should practise more.
Because you're rubbish at it.
MOBILE RINGS Sorry.
It's the baby-sitter.
I have to.
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Never heard Harry Pearce called that before.
Hello? Yeah, is he OK? Where's Colin? Er, he's got a pass for the day.
He's on surveillance watching one of Collingwood's men.
"Enthusiastic about goal celebration"? Zebra three? Hello, Big Bird.
It's tricky, this five across.
BLEEPING That's strange.
It's giving them access to flight numbers and airlines.
Pretty sophisticated kit.
Oh, my God.
They're mapping the heavens.
Malcolm, I've hacked into their computer, and you're not gonna believe this.
They're focusing on two flights in particular, simulating taking them off their normal flight path.
It's a dress rehearsal for crashing two passenger planes into each other over London.
Malcolm, are you still there? Zebra Three? INTERFERENCE CRACKLES Zeb.
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Colin, can you hear me? What's wrong? Nothing.
Just lost Colin.
Comms are down.
Alpha One, what's your status? This is Zebra Three.
Hello, Zebra Three.
Spying on your own side.
It's nothing personal.
We're just keeping tabs on everyone and everything these days.
Yeah, well, I suppose it figures.
Not a hanging offence, but I imagine some wrists will be slapped.
It's a pretty impressive piece of kit you've got.
Is it the Bostock model? Well, there's no flies on you, Zebra Three.
My name's Colin.
Well, it's a murky old world up there, Colin - CIA rendition flights, drug deliveries, ghost planes.
Got to keep an eye on it all.
Sure.
What happens now, Colin, is we're gonna have to let our boss have a quick chat with you.
Well, he should really speak to my boss.
Let's let him hear it from the zebra's mouth.
Keane.
What? "Enthusiastic about goal celebration.
" It's Robbie Keane.
"Enthusiastic" - "keen".
I must tell Malcolm.
Who's Malcolm? Is that your boyfriend? No.
So it's not true you have to be gay to get into MI5, then? No! But are you gay, Colin? That's none of your business! No need to get touchy.
We're just messing about with you.
You do seem quite on edge, Colin.
Pull over, Lee.
I'm bursting for a piss, having sat in that car all afternoon.
Colin, get out of the car, stretch your legs a bit.
Please, just get your boss to speak to mine.
Come on, Colin, get out of the car.
Easy, Colin.
You look a bit lost.
That's enough running for today.
You dropped these, Colin.
I'm not strong enough to fight you.
I was never any good at this running and jumping thing.
I was.
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To be honest, I'm not meant to be out in the field.
It's just that we're very overstretched.
So just get on with whatever it is you're gonna do to me, because I might be smaller and weaker than you, but you can hurt me but you won't humiliate me.
Problem is, Colin, the world is not made for small and weak people any longer.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.
Please don't, no.
Please.
Oh, God! Please! Stand up for me, Colin.
Don't make me hurt you.
Don't make me hurt you, Colin.
If you struggle, it'll hurt more.
OK? Please! You're doing really well.
You're doing really well, Colin.
ROPE CREAKS He always wants me to read a chapter of his book.
I don't understand.
How could somebody do that to Colin? Nobody would have dared do this without high-level authorisation.
They're telling us they'll stop at nothing.
"They"? We keep talking about "they".
Who's "they"? We believe there's a conspiracy which is using the terrorist onslaught as a cover for an attack on the Government.
So, Michael Collingwood certainly.
Perhaps Millington.
He's been putting his press at their disposal.
They ignored intelligence about terror attacks, spread the panic and took out the Prime Minister's closest ally, who was about to secure a deal on an important bill regarding homeland security.
Now they've killed one of us.
Do you know the last thing he did? It was an MP3 for Jo.
It's very clever.
It's got a tiny transmitter linked to the alarm system warning her of an intruder.
And if she's asleep, it sends a signal to her wristwatch, making it vibrate.
Simple but smart.
That's how he does things.
From now on, only routine business on the Grid.
Everyone needs to check their personal security and, Zaf, you must warn Jo immediately.
They want us to know how confident they are.
What are we going to do now? There's not much we can do.
Because he wasn't important enough.
We could take out one of theirs in return, but what would that get us? Our satisfaction.
Our satisfaction will come from defeating their conspiracy.
Oh, shut up, you pompous old fool! He wasn't just some geek who did crossword puzzles! He was my bloody best friend! Malcolm.
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What do you think they want us to do next? I don't know.
Well, I do.
They've done this deliberately.
They're expecting us to go looking for revenge and take our eye off the ball.
But we're not gonna play by the rules that they set.
It isn't a game! Yes, it is! That's exactly what it is! It's a big elaborate game.
The question we always have to ask ourselves is, what do they want us to do? How do they want us to react? What do we do, Malcolm? The opposite.
That's right.
If we kill one of Collingwood's men in revenge, if we even kill Collingwood himself, we'll have achieved nothing.
We have to wait.
We have to wait until we're ready and then, in our time, when we decide, we'll strike, and we'll finish them once and for all.
But until then, we have to act normal.
We have to carry on as if the hanging was a suicide, which the police report will inevitably say it was.
They'll know we know, but we'll smile at them.
And we'll carry on smiling at them.
And if you can't deal with that, then you're no good to me.
So smile.
Adam.
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I can't.
Adam.
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I can't.
Smile.
Would you have smiled at your wife's killers? Yes.
I would have smiled at Fiona's killers, if it had been necessary.
Yes, I believe you would.
That's good.
Work on it.
Colin found something out in his van.
We need to know what it was.
KNOCKING If this is one of those charity people.
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Yes? I'm Jenny.
What? The new nanny for Wes.
I was told to come at seven for a chat.
Have I come at a bad time? Not at all.
BLINKING BUZZING CREAKING CREAKING What the.
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? BANGING What's going on? This way! Through here.
OK, what's going on? You are not.
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I'm an officer of the British security services.
I've been working undercover to protect you.
Where's my detective? I've no idea.
Who are those people back there? Possibly officers of the British security services.
What is going on? ! There's a plot against the Government.
It's being fought on several fronts.
You're one of them.
What do they want from me? We're working on that.
Where are you taking me now? Somewhere safe.
I don't want you to use your phone - we're going somewhere we can't be traced.
But I can call my dad? No.
No non-essential communications.
He's the Prime Minister! I'm sorry, right now that doesn't guarantee anything, Rowan.
Jo? She's found a bolt hole.
That's all we know.
MOBILE RINGS Ros! Dinner? I tell you what, I've got a better idea.
Why don't you come over to mine? No, I'll make sure he's asleep.
OK, great.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Malcolm, e-mail me Jo's location details, would you? Right! 'The Prime Minister issued a statement.
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biological warfare, but some predict.
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' Hi.
Hello.
Come in.
How did you get into this? Into what? Your job.
I was recruited.
No, why did you want to do it? It was exciting, I suppose.
I like the thought of serving my country.
Hm.
Except what is our country? You know, is it the people trying to kill me, the people plotting against my dad? Well, maybe it's more of a personal thing, then.
I don't know.
It's home.
Fulfilling your promise, having certain freedoms and choices.
Except they're being eroded, aren't they? Bit by bit.
Even my dad's.
Oh, I don't know.
No, what about him? It's that he has to make choices, you know, that lead to the deaths of innocent people and families and children and things.
He's the Prime Minister, Rowan.
He doesn't always get the easy decisions.
I know, I know.
It's just it's hard to reconcile him sometimes with the man who took us to the camp site and things.
I don't know.
Sorry to hear about your officer.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was a shock for everyone.
Especially with what's going on right now.
Country's in a real mess.
There are people who want change.
It's not our job to change governments.
Who said anything about changing governments? You know what's coming.
Climate change, terrorism, energy shortages that'll make what's just happened look insignificant.
There'll be social and economic mayhem.
And what will we do about it? Set up a parliamentary commission? Call in the ombudsman? You talk as if you share that view.
No, but I don't think we can close our eyes to the threat.
The people that do hold that view hold it sincerely.
They have the country's best interests at heart.
Yeah, well, let's hope so.
Is that your son? Yeah.
He's sweet.
Some of the time.
You're a good father.
Some of the time.
No, you're a good father.
That's a very attractive quality.
I'd better go and check he's all right.
You still awake? Yeah.
I can't sleep.
Sorry, it's not exactly five-star accommodation! That's not why I can't sleep.
I know.
Just try and relax.
Is he OK? He's fine.
Good.
So.
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So? There's your more direct approach.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
No, I can't.
It's the same perfume.
What? My wife used to wear that scent.
I'm so sorry.
It's OK.
It's just I can't.
No, really.
It's not that I don't want to.
Don't.
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I'm flattered.
Why don't you stay and have another glass of wine? You don't have to go.
Believe me, Adam, you have nothing to apologise for.
Ros! Do not move! Do not move! Drop your weapons! Stay right where you are.
Drop your weapons! You should check your sources more carefully.
Wrong cottage, boys.
Take their car to pieces and then take them back to Thames House.
I think we need to talk about Colin.
Since the last time we met, certain very unpleasant facts have come to light.
In the early hours of the morning, an attack was launched on a cottage in Kent.
The attackers thought we were holding the Prime Minister's son Rowan there.
The original threats to Rowan actually emanated from Michael Collingwood, who we also believe was behind the murder of an MI5 desk officer.
What nonsense is this? "Jakarta is coming" - a phrase you picked up in Latin America? Because, of course, only I have been to Latin America(!) The precise details of the cottage, however, came from another source, a source who stole my fingerprints from a restaurant wine glass and then turned up at my flat fluttering her eyelashes, wearing my dead wife's perfume.
Nice touch, by the way.
I've worn that perfume since my sixteenth birthday.
The location of the decoy cottage was only on my laptop computer.
You stole those details and accepted the get-out clause I gave you.
I'm not gonna sit here and listen to this.
Whatever you're planning has got to stop.
I'm planning the security of the nation.
Do you want me to stop that? Bluster might work on the politicians, Michael, but you and I have been in this business for too long.
OK, we're done here.
Inter-agency collaboration is dead because of your absolutely outrageous suggestions.
Telephone call, sir.
Millington.
I understand.
Yes, everything's ready at my end.
We'll be ready to roll as soon as the news comes in.
I'll tell him.
Right.
Jocelyn? Paul Millington.
I've just had a message from Michael Collingwood, who wanted you to know that the trip to Jakarta is now finalised.
Last chance to pull out for all of us.
Good.
There were people in that room I've worked with for years.
They just walked out on me.
I can't believe he has such support.
He was never gonna admit the man we captured was one of his own men.
He just needed to observe protocol for the duration of the meeting.
Spare the blushes and call into his superiors for instructions.
MOBILE RINGS That'll be him.
Yes? Right.
He wants a meeting with the Home Secretary present.
Collingwood's not their Mr Big.
He must have called in to somebody who got him to arrange this.
Do we go? We've got nothing to lose.
I think I've found something, guv.
We've cross matched DNA from skin tissue on the back seat to Colin.
He was in that car.
His fingerprints are virtually seared into it.
Oh, God.
Now, here's the thing.
The two men that Colin was watching were Lee McKenzie and Steve Jensen.
McKenzie was captured at the cottage, but the other man wasn't Jensen.
He's still out there somewhere.
Yeah.
We found a car pass down the back of the dashboard.
From where? South East Air Traffic Control Centre.
What if this is the third attack, the third attack Collingwood knew would send the country over the edge? Adam and Harry have gone to the meeting with Collingwood.
Hello, Harry.
My daughter has greatly enjoyed your hospitality.
The final piece in the jigsaw - corporate power.
The rules are different now, Harry.
They changed the day our British government accepted Guantanamo Bay and admitted the torture chamber as an instrument of state policy.
But that wasn't enough for you? Britain needs a new kind of leadership.
Sea levels are rising, oil's running out, terrorists are going nuclear.
Do you think this current system is capable of dealing with that? Spare me the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
This is nothing to do with national security, nothing to do with Al-Qaeda, either.
This is a coup d'etat, pure and simple.
Not so simple, actually.
The transition will be managed quite carefully.
In the hope that people don't notice the corpses, victims of the attacks you allowed to happen? Yes, what's next, Michael? Or hasn't Jakarta arrived yet, the third attack that will bring this country to its knees? I think all of us around this table have children, even grandchildren.
How can we look at what's coming and not tremble for them, not take steps to ensure their safety? That is no reason to dismantle our democracy.
I wonder why we fetishise democracy so much.
It's a system that's a blink in the eye of history.
It's a system which better men than you have died to protect.
I haven't seen anybody taking to the streets to defend it yet.
And the argument against civil liberties has been fought and lost.
That's not for you to decide! You're assuming that people will notice the difference.
You're assuming the British people care about abstract principles.
They'll put up with anything as long as you serve it up with a picture of Will Young in the shower.
You insufferable snob, pronouncing on the national character while warming your feet at the club! Since we've dispensed with the niceties of theoretical debate, let me give you an ultimatum.
The Prime Minister has a week to accept new terms of government, which will be delivered shortly.
During the time we've given you to consider your ever-weakening position, I give you my word there will be no further incidents, and I expect the same consideration from you.
Agreed.
Adam? It was true about the perfume.
I'd never have done anything so vulgar.
Yes, you would.
It was a gift for my birthday.
From Daddy to his little girl, was it? I knew nothing about the murder of your officer.
You have to believe that.
I don't have to believe a single word you tell me.
Do you think they'll stick to it? Improbable.
Bloody Harry Pearce.
This isn't anything to do with his beliefs.
He just loves a good fight.
Don't be so sure of that.
It frustrates me we can't convince him.
It's too late now, everything's in place.
The escorts know when to disappear.
The escorts? You've just agreed to a week's cessation of hostilities.
It's really of very little consequence.
It IS of consequence.
Why? It's beneath us.
It's dishonourable.
You gave them your word.
You've let Adam Carter outwit you once already, Rosalind.
Outwit me? That seduction routine was a stupid and amateur plan that underestimated the target and I warned you was likely to backfire.
You overruled me.
I got you what you wanted.
Don't blame me if they set a trap for you.
This type of decision is not within my brief.
Michael has operational control.
I've checked all new staff for airport control in the last month and, erm, one face jumped out - Jensen's.
Collingwood's man? Yes.
And according to the rota, he's working this afternoon.
This is the third attack, isn't it? It must be.
I'll try and get through to Harry.
Filter in place.
Stand by for re-route.
Standing by.
Re-route complete.
Control, Blue Wing 303 approaching Bobbindons.
Request further clearance.
Blue Wing 303, right on to heading 130.
Descend to 4, 000 feet.
Radar heading 130.
Control, Eagle 47 on a Wellington 4G departure.
Climbing to 1, 000 feet.
Then 3, 000.
What happened to our escort? Stop the car! What's going on? Get out now! Come on, come on! MOBILE RINGS Adam? Juliet, get out of the car! Get away from the vehicle! Just do it! OK, stop the car.
Stop the car now, please! Juliet! We're getting reports.
One of the cars returning from the meeting's been blown up.
Harry? No news yet.
It's begun.
Radar contact, Eagle 47.
Climb and maintain 4, 000.
Eagle 47 climbing to 4, The scale of events has increased dramatically in the last 24 hours with an attack on the Home Secretary.
Blue Wing 303, immediate climb to 5, 000 feet and right turn.
Things have the potential to get very bloody.
As in crashing planes full of civilians? What's going on? It appears I have a temporary detention order for you.
HARRY! JAKARTA IS COMING! Britain will be run by an unelected committee with the silhouette of a hangman behind it.