02x06 - Without Incident

[bunniefuu]

Tom... Quinn.

That's my real name.

The truth? I work
for the Government.

- Ooh[!]
- MI5.

Christine Dale. Have
the CIA anything for us?

- The point of these meetings is to liaise.
- Informally?

My superiors are so angry with
you people, they're in meltdown.

Sod your superiors.

Run away with me.

Egypt?

No way can I go to Egypt. Can't.

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

- You're dumping me.
- Vicky, don't be ridiculous!

What are you talking about?

I can't go on seeing you. It's
not working. I wanna finish it.

'We cannot defend America...

'..and our friends...

'by hoping for the best.

'We cannot put our
faith in the word of tyrants

'who solemnly sign
non-proliferation treaties

'and then systematically
break them.

'If we wait for threats
to fully materialize...

'we will have
waited too long...'

[Indistinct chatter]

- Who's Tom tonight?
- Steve.

You think anyone here is
a trade delegate... Diane?

Are you kidding... Steve?

Ciao.

Sei bellissima.
Belli gli orecchini?

- Oh, un regalo speciale di mio padre.
- Ci vediamo dopo.

Oh, sì.

- I guess I'm just not pretty enough.
- I could have told you that.

[Pagers bleep]

Back in a minute.

- What's up?
- President Bush.

- Isn't he in Rio?
- He was. Coming here tomorrow morning.

- Fishing trip?
- High-level quickie with the PM.

Something major on the OPEC
talks. They want to bash heads.

- There'll be a rush on taxis.
- Don't worry. Harry's outside.

Harry, you know why Bush is
coming, of course? The real reason.

Francois, what can I say?
It's a very special relationship.

Meeting your PM's a feint.
He's here to meet the Libyans.

- Can't believe that.
- No need to.

Look at the diplomatic crates
from Washington. We have.

"All diplomatic material
is the property of

the representative
government at all times."

UN Resolution 3501.

"More than half of modern culture depends
on what one shouldn't read." Oscar Wilde.

We do not conduct espionage
against our closest ally.

They pay us to watch
you. As if you didn't know.

Come on, Harry, we're all Europeans
now. Whose side are you on, anyway?

- Ours.
- Good night.

[Controller] 'Andrews
Tower, this is Air Force One...'

- I thought you said you'd be a minute!
- Don't believe everything you hear.

'This is Air Force One. We
are wheels-up and clear.'

What would Harry want with
a Thames House counselor?

Shouting practice?

Advance teams land two
hours ahead of Air Force One?

Two C-5 Galaxy cargo
planes into Brize Norton.

That's a lot of cargo.

You get a lot of stuff
when you're President.

What's he bringing?

Er... bulletproof
limousine, stand-by limos,

decoy limos, private ambulance,
sundry Secret Service vehicles,

Marine One plus another helicopter
and something called a blue goose.

Presidential podium.

I assume he'll transfer to the embassy
by Marine One from Brize Norton.

Know who's meeting him?

No. But I do know what comes
later. Coffee with the US Ambassador,

sightseeing, lunch with the Queen,
Chequers for talks. Elapsed time, 15 hours.

- Bloody last-minute.
- [Mobile]

Maybe he booked
it on the internet.

[Ringing tone]

- 'Yes?'
- They're sending it here.

- 'What?'
- You said to tell Customs to open a crate.

So I did and there's a
problem. They're sending it here.

- 'A Libyan problem?'
- They're not saying, which scares me.

Harry, they're ready for you.

We must take the
battle to the enemy.

Disrupt his plans and confront the
worst threats before they emerge.

Ladies and gentlemen, the
President of the United States

will arrive here in seven hours and
be here until 2000 hours tomorrow.

We've outlined our
security needs in the folder.

FLOTUS and
VPOTUS will not visit.

POTUS himself requested the
diversionary trip at 1800 GMT yesterday.

First you heard of it was
probably first we heard of it

so let's make this as
pleasurable as possible.

A command post has been
established at Grosvenor Square.

The POTUS advance team will, with the
White House Protective Research Section,

survey each site to be visited by
the President, to determine manpower,

- medical and evacuation requirements...
- [Mobile]

- We'd actually prefer to do that.
- Your assistance in these matters is vital

and we thank you for
coming this evening.

Please note on page eight,

Bagpipe and the PRS will initiate a
full complement of POTUS SA1s on CP

from the Blacktop
Unit at Grosvenor

by the time we get a wheels-down
from Cowpuncher at Basecamp LZ.

In English, please.

A full US Secret Service team will
meet the President at Brize Norton.

We'd like MI5
close-protection teams on

perimeter security
for the visit's duration.

[Mobile]

- But not close to the President?
- Well, no.

- Why not?
- That's our job.

- And ours.
- Not in this case.

MI5 oversees the protection of the
PM, Queen and visiting dignitaries.

- Not this one.
- Diplomatic protocol states

that the host Government provides


Not this president.
Not this visit.

We did it our way in Prague
and we'll do it our way now.

That means adherence to
US close-protection protocol -

every rumor to be treated
as fact until neutralized,

every target a potential
assassin until dealt with.

We'd like paranoia to be the norm
until our CIC is safely in the sky.

I'm sure you understand
in the current climate.

Once he's gone, any residual
distrust will be your problem.

How kind of you
to point that out[!]

Customs Liaison at Heathrow
said to bring it up here.

- I don't know anything about it.
- They're diplomatic crates.

They come every day from
Washington to the US Embassy.

So why we were told to
open this one, God only knows.

This is going bye-bye right
now. Follow me, please.

Come on!

Sam! Tom wants us to start
police briefings as soon as...

- Whoa. Wait, wait! Isn't that...?
- Yeah. So shut up and help.

- No problem.
- Sorry about the "shut up".

Every Presidential
visit has, since Kennedy,

involved the
assembly of the trip file.

In it is every contact, every threat
and possible target and concern

to the safety of the President
in any place he passes through.

The last official POTUS
visit here was two years ago.

We do try to keep up
to speed on individuals

but we'll need access to all your files
to confirm our information is up to date.

Just give us your
information to cross-reference.

We'll do it ourselves,
if that's OK?

So you want unsupervised
access to our Registry Files?

Yeah. Or perhaps
you'd prefer the President

to get a b*llet in the
brain on your watch?

I understand, Zoe, but these interviews
are designed for you to blow off steam,

to contribute
constructive criticism...

"Of our workflow and office
environment." Yes, I read the memo.

- Good!
- To be honest, we're a bit busy.

There's this American
bloke and, apparently,

lots of people
want to k*ll him[!]

Having sessions under live
operations facilitates honesty.

Don't worry about time,
I'm here for you day or night.

You or Danny in the reading
room. Soon as you can.

What's wrong?

Tell you later. It's
really happening, then?

Yep.

She knows we all hide from her the
rest of the year. So why does she do it?

Cos Personnel send
her out once a year

in a psychological
sn*per unit to pick us

off one by one. It's
like guerrilla warfare!

I don't go to the fifth floor in case
anyone thinks I'm going to see her.

Like anyone'd say to the MI5
staff psychologist, "I can't hack it."

- Barry Mitchell did.
- Who?

- Exactly.
- Hold on...

Oh, very trusting[!]
I'll be heads.

- I wanted heads.
- Tails, then.

- [Sam] Er, say that again.
- We opened it up...

- Got that.
- ..started looking...

- Still with you.
- ..just got started, when...

Someone spilled
their tea into it.

That is correct.

Yeah. That was the bit I
had some problems with.

[Mobile]

Troy, I'll see you
downstairs in a minute.

One of your minutes?
He'll be there all night.

- Very funny, Tom.
- That's me. Tactful, too.

Our countries have a
tradition of working together,

I see no reason why
we can't continue that.

I read the CIA World
Factbook - written by you.

Britain's entry, "Slightly smaller
than Oregon." That's what it was.

That's what we are to you -
slightly smaller than Oregon.

Don't think you can order us
around. Don't believe it for a second.

- He's our president.
- It's our country.

How much bloody tea
did you spill in here?!

It was an Arsenal centenary
mug, so, you know... quite a lot.

- It wasn't you, was it?
- No, I drink coffee.

- I think it was Earl Grey.
- I don't care what bloody kind it was.

They can't bleach it, or replicate them.
Harry's asked me to look for a Libyan link.

- Before the Americans notice it's gone?
- We've kept a few crates back.

- We can say there's been a batch delayed.
- Fine. Just keep tea away from them.

And coffee and sodding Ribena.
How long till the Americans realize?

Depends. With this visit, we might get
away with 18 hours. Maybe less, maybe more.

Clean and meadow fresh by
morning. You have my word.

[Clock ticking]

Just be as open and
candid as you like.

Anything at all.

Anything or anyone
you feel needs scrutiny...

just let rip. This is your time.

It's all good, actually.

- Good?
- Yep. Everything is great.

Fantastic.

Perhaps if I asked you
a few specific questions.

What do you think of the Service's
public access line, for example?

What's that?

The freephone number for the public to call
in with tip-offs about t*rror1st threats.

Oh, that. We call
it the weirdo line.

I see.

[Pen scratches on paper]

Yeah, well... When I say...

- Well, what I meant...
- [Clears her throat]

Tom.

You're not going to give her
access to the Registry, are you?

It's a show of
trust on our side.

I'll take the juicy stuff out. Remember,
Tom, this visit has become a symbol.

The PM's keen that we look like
equal partners with the Americans.

Christine gets the files and we
get very visible close-protection duty.

We have a small window of time
while the CIA finalize their prep.

As we'll spend the
duration on the Grid, I'll

get us some clothes.
Black tie's too formal.

- I'll go myself, if that's OK.
- Yeah.

How about Zoe? Do you have any
comments about working with her?

H-How do you mean?

It can mean what
you like it to mean.

- Ah, finally!
- Vicky. What's going on?

- I've been calling you.
- About 50 times.

Maybe if you phoned back, I
wouldn't have to call so much.

- This has to stop.
- You've already made that clear.

The calling, it has
to stop right now.

So clinical, Tom. You'd
make a good surgeon.

Vicky, I'm warning you...

Stop trying to sound angry, Tom.
You're not angry, you're guilty.

You're ashamed at how you treated
me and who - sorry, Machine Man,

that should be
what you've become.

Tom the Terminator. Tom
the See-Through Spook.

Don't call again,
OK? Just don't.

Vicky?

I can't wait to see your
face when you find out.

Find out what?

[Siren wails, horn beeps]

Find out what?

- So how was it?
- How was what?

- Your session with Inspector Freud.
- Oh. Fine.

Thanks.

- What, that's it?
- You want more?

I dunno - good, bad,
indifferent? Friendly?

Deeply antagonistic? Or
just traditionally irritating?

Just fine.

Do you want me to write
it all down for you in detail?

- No.
- Cos I will, if you want.

- No, no, it's fine.
- Exactly.

[Mobile ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

[Man] Tom.

Hey, Tom.

Finally!

It is you, isn't it?

- Sorry, I don't know you.
- Obviously.

But, look, time is
money and all that.

Are you working or what, Tom?

I'm dialing 999.

Tom Quinn.

It's definitely you.

So don't try and deny it.

"On Her Majesty's Sexy Service."

So, are you working?

- Where did you find this?
- You're hurting me!

- Where did you find this?
- Usual place.

In a bloody phone box,
mate! Where'd you think?

- In a phone box?
- Outside The Fire Island Club.

There's a bunch in the loos.
Saturation advertising, if you ask me.

- You're wallpapered around that place.
- Get away from me. Go!

[Mobile ringing]

- Yeah?
- [Man] 'Hello, gorgeous.'

[Keypad bleeping]

'Hi, this is Vicky. Please
leave a message...'

[Mobile ringing]

- What?
- [Zoe] 'Where are you?'

- [House phone ringing]
- Sorry, two seconds.

I need you to do
something for me...

'Thamesider, Air Force
One. ETA as per flight plan.'

'Air Force One, this is Blacktop. Copy
your scheduled landing, Great Britain.'

All numbers changed, including your
home phone, and there's a guy at your door.

- What happened?
- Just a routine security checkup.

No one's letting
us near the files!

You get access, we get a
small close-protection presence.

- Six officers with your personnel.
- Four.

- Five.
- Fine.

They'd better wear Secret Service
lapel pins or they might get shot.

- Did you get my page?
- Yeah, I'll try my best.

OK. It's important.

Um, meeting room.

Someone in Herefordshire intercepted the
Air Force One call sign from Brize Norton.

- How?
- These blokes are hobbyists.

Spend their lives searching
for military frequencies.

Some guy with a parka and a ham
radio knows Cowpuncher's in the air. So?

It has a ripple effect. Spotty
man talks to his spotty friends

who put things up on the
web for everyone to see.

GCHQ's done a scan
of UK message boards

and found seven threats to the safety
of the President in just 30 minutes.

We should change the
LZ, the landing zone.

No, Troy, change the route.

- Bounce Nighthawk to Bamboo.
- What's the landing zone?

- Embassy helipad.
- Can't he just say it?

- More coffee?
- Tea?

- Or tea? Where's Sam?
- No idea.

- It's OK, I'll just... get her.
- We need to think about this.

Christine, the
landing zone's secure.

In private, please. The
President lands in three hours.

I need backgrounds on motorcade police,
palace workers and butlers and other staff.

- We've done it.
- Again, please.

And be at the palace by
three for the walk-through.

- Tea?!
- Tea.

Bad?

Bad.

- Libya?
- Nothing yet.

'Air Force One inbound, looking
for descent in two-zero minutes.'

[Clock ticking]

Just be as open and
as candid as you like.

Don't hold back. You know,
we've had useful criticisms already.

- Really[?]
- Absolutely.

And not just about procedure. You
can blow off about colleagues, if you like.

Colleagues?

Danny, for example. He was...

exceptionally candid about you.

For example.

Since news leaked, we have received
two threats to London's water supply,

one to the reservoir
supplying Chequers,

five warnings of civil
disobedience on motorcade routes,

calls to protest by
two Palestinian groups,

three anti-death-penalty and
four anti-globalization bodies.

That seems a bit more "clear and
present" than ham radio operators.

It's not them I'm
concerned about,

it's people having conversations
about my president's travel plans.

You think someone'll
start taking pot shots

at any helicopter
flying over Cricklewood?

A lunatic with
flight plan details

is a much greater threat to my
CIC than a protest in Hyde Park.

Anybody with a microlight,
a glider, a bottle rocket

can get it into the path of MX1 and
create hell over north west London.

Why are you being like this?

You've been going for the jugular
ever since this thing kicked off.

Tom, it's my first big visit in charge.
I'm being put under the microscope.

Those guys are waiting for me to
screw up. I won't give them that pleasure.

It'd really help if you
appear to be working

with me, not against
me. What d'you say?

Fine. OK.

OK, that one there. I
want Kittyhawk over there.

Once again, Kittyhawk is US Secret
Service code for Queen Elizabeth ll.

- Are we dealing with this route change?
- What do you need?

A road transfer to Halton, a
dummy chopper from Brize Norton,

the President on Marine One en route
to Blacktop on schedule, free from harm.

- Can you help?
- We'll help in any way we can.

OK. Who's Queen? And Pres?

Let's get it over with.

- Do you want this done right?
- I'd like it done as quickly as possible.

- How was your interview?
- Well, not as good as yours.

- So she told you?
- So it's true?

She surprised me with the
question and it just... came out.

- Do you want me to lie?
- No, Danny, God forbid[!]

I just answered the
question honestly.

- Well, so did I, all right?
- Well, there you go, then.


at away point one. 12:25...

The Queen usually meets
guests in the courtyard.

- So what are they doing over there?
- You put us here.

OK, George, outside. You, QE2,
drop the attitude and move your a*s.

[Mobile]

- Yep.
- 'Got them.

- 'Shredded, burnt and shredded again.'
- OK.

'Tower, this is Air Force One.
We are wheels-down and clear.

'Roger, Air Force One.
Welcome to the UK.'

'Cowpuncher is wheels-down.'

Stand by, ground teams.

- No. Absolutely not!
- I don't see why it's a problem.

You can't demand additional
checks against individual officers.

- Why not?
- Because you can't!

- We're concerned about his background.
- He's a Muslim.

We now have a policy of stringent checks
on anyone within 20 yards of the President.

You start checking on Muslim
officers, you'll alienate a lot of people.

If it's Federal immigration
policy, and it is,

then it is Secret Service
vetting policy. And it is.

'Air Force One landed
amidst high security.

The President's brief
visit, many believe,

'is to consolidate international
opinion on US pre-emptive strike policy.

'Despite public misgivings, Tony
Blair has also been vocal in support...'

Apart from quests for glory from
Richard Reid shoe-b*mber types,

our information is that the CIA
trip list has six glaring omissions.

It comes down to
how we define a threat.

- What do the CIA want us to do?
- Nothing.

Most of them are in
the UK permanently

dealing arms or tooling
up for private wars.

There's no history of
political assassination,

no belief systems that'd suggest
a grudge against UK or US policy.

Then everything would
appear shipshape.

I was hoping for some
low-grade surveillance.

I think they warrant attention
even if Christine doesn't.

Fine. I'll get the
photos to Ruth.

- OK. I'll be at Horseguards.
- Why?

We're doing a walk-through
on the sightseeing.

If this trip's so important, why is
the President going sightseeing?

I presume whatever problem
existed with the crate has disappeared?

- Please say yes.
- Yes.

I just got a call from the Met.
I can't believe you've agreed.

Either that or remove DC Khan. The US
Ambassador took it to the Home Office.

First, she stirs up
a race relations row

then she starts messing
with royal protocol.

She's going to
drive us up the wall.

Who is?

- Oh...
- Appraisal time, huh?

[Sam] Who's getting the boot?

Oh, my!

'This is Blacktop. Stagecoach will move
in 30. Tracer and Halfback in position.'

Roger that. Phase two in
motion. Prepping Phase three.

ETA at Brenda's Place 12:05. Standing
by for Horseguards walk-through.

- 'Brenda's Place?'
- Buckingham Palace.

[Christine] I'm not worried
about sn*pers, it's a closed limo.

Let's free up Blue team.

I want rooftop detail
covering the shoots.

Anyone so much as throws a
turnip, they'll be put in the cage.

- And the phone calls?
- What phone calls?

The ones you've been getting on
your cell phone for the past 12 hours.

None of your business.

You changed your number,
that's called interference.

If something's interfering with
my operation, it's my business.

There is no interference.

And it's not your operation.

We have two issues. One, there's
chatter at the Libyan embassy.

- What kind of chatter?
- Euphemisms for America being used,

vehicles trying to lose their tails -
there's been nothing this big since '84.

- Any clue?
- It's disguised as diplomatic traffic.

I don't like it, which brings us to two. A
deal memo between the US and Libya.

They take responsibility for
Lockerbie, pay $7 billion in reparations,

the Americans end unilateral sanctions
and remove them from the Axis of Evil.

- No reparation for UK victims?
- None at all.

What do we have on the
Libyans at the moment?

I'll ask Sam to fish it out.

Walk-through time.
Come on, Sparky.

My vetting request on the
Muslim officer caused some ripples.

- Yes.
- Sorry. Just protecting my president.

- Of course.
- By the way, any idea who's following us?

I knew it! I sodding well
knew you were two-timing me!

- Who are you?
- Excuse me?

I'm your worst nightmare -
an ex-girlfriend with bigger t*ts.

Vicky, you're putting people
in danger unless you go.

Oh! It's some great
big spy bonanza, is it?

He's a spy you know.
Yeah, Tom Quinn's a spook.

- The flyers, how many are there?
- The look on your face!

I don't know who you are but Bob
and I were married six years ago.

If you're on a bad drug trip,
check yourself into rehab.

No one dumps me like a sack of
sh*t and gets away without paying for it!

Anything at all.

Anything or anyone that you
feel needs scrutiny, just let rip.

- What's everyone else been saying?
- Lots of interesting things.

[Knock at door]

Sorry. Ruth, GCHQ said
you'd better have a look at this.

- We're in the middle of a...
- Yes, we bloody well are in the middle!

Ex-girlfriend, huh?

You wanna talk about it?

You must be a great lay.

We should get back.

You better start telling
me exactly what's going on.

We're getting a fix on 15 security
threats and planning raids on 10.

- We have phone taps going haywire.
- Get as much background as you can.

It's these Americans. Hypochondriacs,
the lot of them. So did you hear?

- What?
- Someone's getting the sack.

- It's under control.
- It's a career defining moment.

If the wrong person sees those pictures,
you'll never go out in the field again.

Jesus, Tom, you could lose
your job! OK, who else knows?

- No one.
- You tore them down yourself?

No, I had some help,
that's all. One person.

- Now you've got two.
- Keep out of it!

- You can't deal with this on your own.
- Christine...

What are you gonna do, wait
around till she does it again?

I have to clear it with
Harry before I do anything.

Are you kidding? You've
seen what she's capable of.

- We have to act before she does it again.
- Wait a second!

That woman is jeopardizing this
operation. This is now a CIA matter.

We will not
hesitate to act alone.

- You could have stood up for me.
- When?

- At Brenda's.
- Where?

The palace.

You were Queen,
stand up for yourself.

No, I was the QE2, apparently.

- Well, you should have sounded your horn.
- This isn't funny.

- Tell me about it.
- You are being so strange.

Can you blame me?

I don't see how we can work
with all this hanging over our heads.

- What do you mean?
- Haven't you heard?

- Heard what?
- Are you telling me you haven't heard?

- Yes, I am. Heard what?
- Danny?

Harry...

- Latest threat assessment.
- Thanks.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
bad-mouth projects in office time.

People who commission
them might get upset.

Sorry?

Danny told me all
about it. The weirdo line?

I'd have expected more of you.

'Tracer now en
route to Grosvenor.'

Still have 40 minutes in
this phase, over. Say again.

'Tracer in motion. Schedule
change. En route to Grosvenor.'

Since when is that
on the schedule?

Blacktop, since when is
that on the schedule, over?

This is an unauthorized change.
Please advise immediately.

Hey, Ruth, how long's
Sam been in there?

- Too bloody long.
- Did she say anything to you?

- No. Why, did she say anything to you?
- Well, no.

- Look, can I ask you something?
- Depends.

What the hell is going on? Harry
just gave me the third degree.

Someone's getting the sack.

I'll see you there. I just need to
make a quick stop. You got a minute?

And the water cooler's too hot.
And the pod doors open too slow.

I'm not sure about the usefulness
in the Grid's design, either.

If you're at the photocopier and
you need to scan in a quick-mail...

Can you just... slow
down a second?

Quick-mail.

I always presumed a new Lockerbie
deal would be in consultation with us.

- It might be just a hypothetical.
- The President's off-schedule.

- There's subterfuge going on.
- There might be a logical explanation.

There's a perfectly
illogical woman who could

clarify that. Unless
she's off-schedule.

- [Man] Chest pains.
- Straight to resus.

I'll be right there.

- What's going on?
- Vicky, if you could just come this way.

- What the hell's going on?
- Don't worry about it.

What are you doing?

If there was an arrangement to
meet the Libyans, it was a hasty one.

- Unless it was the goal all along.
- The French insinuated it was likely.

It explains the
sightseeing tour.

To cover the
meeting preparations.

- Who cares if they meet?
- The seven major sponsors of terrorism

are Iran, Iraq, North Korea,
Sudan, Syria, Cuba, Libya.

- Who wants their name off that list?
- Libya.

- And out of the Arab League?
- Libya.

And who cannot be seen
negotiating with an Axis of Evil nation?

The United States of America.

- What'll they talk about?
- Lockerbie.

They could close
a deal without us.

You know the American mind,
Tom. Only one person who can tell us.

Try her again.

You need a warrant
for this and you know it!

I'm in the middle of
something. Can I call you back?

- Who are you?
- Tear this place apart.

What? Stop! What you are doing?

Stop it! What are you doing?

Please, stop it!

- Please.
- You like this book?

- That is not mine.
- Makes good reading, does it?

Stop!

Please!

What the hell are you doing?

This is my stuff!
This is my room!

Did you know writing
false prescriptions will

get you struck off
the doctors' register?

That's not mine! You
just put that there.

- Can you stop this?
- You're in a lot of trouble.

This is all a mistake.

You're jeopardizing the security of the
American president and we will stop that.

Me?

You've already put the operational
security of this man in serious danger.

I'm a doctor. I save lives. I
have nothing to do with this.

If you want to continue
saving lives, including your own,

leave this man
alone. Understand?

I understand.

You're on vacation
for a few days.

Leave town. If you contact this man or
even mention his name in conversation,

we will find out and all this will
come tumbling down on your head.

Have a nice day.

- Quite a session.
- Sorry?

You were in there for ages.

- Was I? Guess I was.
- Everything all right?

- In what sense?
- In there.

Oh, yeah. Totally fine.

She's a great listener. Got
a lot of stuff off my chest.

- I think it's a brilliant idea, don't you?
- Yeah. Absolutely.

Finally getting a chance to say
what you really think about things.

- What were your things?
- What did I talk to her about?

- Generally.
- Generally?

- Doesn't matter.
- You've confused me now.

Just heard...

- Sorry, was I interrupting something?
- No. What's up?

The President's gone walkabout.

The Libyan Embassy lines went
mad when your president went off-piste.

To keep abreast of threats
we'd appreciate some honesty.

Today is Ashley's 15th birthday.
Ashley's the US ambassador's daughter.

The president decided
at Horseguards to get

her a present and
to deliver it in person.

He cut the tour short and sent an
aide to Harrods for a video game.

The president was invited
to try the game, which he did.

This is why he made the detour and that
is why we are 15 minutes behind schedule.

Keeping Her Majesty waiting.

I thought she had a
lady to do that for her.

By the way, Tom, met
a friend of yours earlier.

She's leaving the
country for a while.

I thought you might
like to know. Bye!

- She's lying.
- No surprises there.

At 1 pm today two agents
from the US Secret Service

walked into an A&E unit and
kidnapped one of its medical registrars.

I'm presuming there was a
good reason for this, correct?

An immediate need
to remove a liability?

Operationally, I give you free
rein. I have done and do so willingly

but consult with me before acting
pre-emptively on a personal matter.

- It stopped being a personal matter.
- We're entering the final phase.

The president moves again at 1600,
I've got a pointless personnel person here

and a viper's nest of paranoia on
the Grid and I need your 100% focus.

Roger that. Stagecoach returning to
Blacktop. Marine One airborne in ten.

'Marine One is airborne.
Repeat Marine One is airborne.

'En route to Backline.'

'Climate change and the world
economy will also be on the agenda

'in addition to Mr. Bush's military
policy of pre-emptive strikes.

'Protestors started
gathering a few minutes ago.'

[Reporter] 'Hundreds arrived here when
news of the president's itinerary leaked.

'Many are here to make a stand
against American foreign policy.

'Their intention
is to be heard.'

'Sources have denied that
Chequers is on the President's itinerary

'but security surrounding this visit
is the strongest in living memory.'

Double security and brief forces to
take orders from Chequers Control.

Danny, join Tom at Chequers.
What's outstanding on the trip list?

We need a team to
watch incoming pipes.

We're a clean sweep on
vetting staff and medical teams.

- So, shall I just stay here?
- For now.

- What's that?
- What we have over the Libyans.

'All units, ETA 30 seconds.
Confirm entry areas clear and secure.'

'Copy that. Area A secure.'

'Copy. Area B secure.'

'Area C secure.'

- Tom.
- Danny. Sitrep?

Floors one and two are
cleared. Teams in place.

- What about the roof?
- Covered. sn*pers have 270 sight.

- What's that noise?
- I'm in the kitchen.

Leave the cooking to the chefs.

- Don't worry, I won't.
- [Man] All clear.

Kitchens are clear.

This is Blacktop Control, we have
a wheels-down in ten, I need sitreps.

All floors clear. Helipad prepared
and armed protection standing by.

'Marine One landing.
Principle secure. Wheels down.'

'PM arriving south entrance.'

That was Danny.
Teams are in position.

[Pilot] 'Control, unidentified, slow-moving
contact entering the restricted zone.'

Please clarify.

Bubka was on our surveillance.
Ex-Moscow mafia, now lives here.

One of our trip list long shots.

The others are arms dealers.
Some hawk medical equipment.

I see this is a matter
for research but...

This was taken yesterday,



- What equipment?
- Radiotherapy machines.

Those machines hold enough Cobalt 60
to take out Oxford Street on a sunny day.

- Your implication here is...
- Dirty b*mb.

We have a microlight on a
direct routing to Chequers.

- 'You got a visual?'
- sn*pers just picked it out.

- How far away?
- Three or four miles.

- Any local aerodromes?
- Chiltern and Horwood.

- Does it have a radio?
- Aerodrome say he's not responding.

Tell them to keep trying.

- I need air cover now.
- There are two Harriers on standby.

Tell Master Control
to launch the Qs.

- sn*per detail, can you get a shot?
- I can have a shot in ten.

- Engage on my signal.
- Whoa!

You speak to me. I speak to
him. That is how it's going to work.

- You want this on your head?
- It's a microlight.

Yeah, Tom, like I
said - a microlight.

[Pilot] 'Warrenmore, this is Q1 on
task, request vectors, ready to copy.'

You must assume.

- If it's aiming for Chequers...
- We can't sh**t it down.

- We have to.
- Not if it's carrying nuclear material.

- Who mentioned nuclear material?
- We have nothing credible but...

What? Put the speaker on.

It's possible - a hitman sourcing
the raw material for a dirty b*mb.

We're adding two and two to
get 13. It's absolutely ludicrous.

How ludicrous did crashing a plane into a
building sound on September 10th 2001?

Check local wind conditions -
he could just be blown across.

What nuclear material?

A source claims there may be
radioactive material near Chequers.

On its own? In a restaurant?

A hitman was seen
attempting to acquire some.

I stress, attempting.

Great!

They're still verifying the
ID of the microlight pilot.

- Call the Met.
- 'This is RAF Warrenmore.

'Qs are airborne,


'This is Q1. Shall
we engage? Over.'

No.

'Affirmative, Q1, engage on
visual. Do you have a position?'

- Do not engage target until we confirm.
- 'Cut the chatter.'

- Who called this in?
- The US Protective Research Section,

the CIA and the US
Federal Government

has advised the Royal Air
Force to engage the target.

You sh**t that thing out of
the sky with a sidewinder m*ssile

and hot metal and rocket fuel
falls on hundreds of people.

- We need more information.
- This is all we have.

An aircraft is on a collision
course with this building.

This building houses
the US president and

your prime minister. It
cannot get any closer.

- You went over my head!
- We sh**t it and mobilize chem-bio units.

There's a strong following
wind that could be blowing him in.

'This is Q1. 20
seconds to target.'

'Do you have a visual? Over.'

'Q1 on station, negative
visual contact, request vectors.'

'Come left one-nine-zero degrees.
Target your nose two miles.'

- 'Roger.'
- 'Merging, 15 seconds.'

- Songbird is turning. Target is turning.
- Is he turning?

Is he turning?

He's turning.

'Warrenmore, shall
we engage? Over.'

Tom?

Negative. Will confirm with Air Defence.
Control, target is no longer a threat.

'Q1 Warrenmore,
abort! Repeat, abort.'

'Roger. Q1, Q2 aborting.'

Well... like she
said - paranoia.

- 'This is Air Force One, we are clear.'
- Air Force One has cleared the tower.

'Thank you, Thamesider. The
President is safely in the air.'

The microlight pilot was a
Mr. Smith. He had a defective radio.

- And a defective head.
- Dmitri Bubka?

- Customs are working on that one.
- A project for tomorrow perhaps.

- Tom, am I getting the sack?
- Danny?

- I'd prefer to hear it now.
- Of course you're not.

You would tell me, wouldn't you?

Danny you're not getting
the bloody sack, all right?

Great. Ruth said she overheard
Harry talking of losing someone...

Danny is not getting the sack.

Great.

Right. So it's me.

No one is getting the sack!

Sorry.

Yeah, me too.

- Thank you for everything.
- No problem.

- You haven't thanked me yet.
- I was just about to.

- I did you a big favor.
- Consider it known.

- Now you can do one for me.
- What's that?

[We're missing something,
it's time to give it back.]

We've been waiting for
someone to come and collect it.

- Admin error, huh?
- Uh-huh.

It happens.

The French tipped us off you
had US diplomatic material,

which made us suspicious because
the French never do us any favors.

We presumed they wanted to drive a
wedge between the UK and the USA.

- Oh, no! That could never happen.
- Absolutely.

So that rumor
must be false, then?

- What rumor?
- That nasty, Libyan sort of rumor.

If there's anything going on
between us and the Libyans in the UK,

you'll be the first to know.

- Of course. Same to you!
- [Phone]

Yup? Tom.

Miranda for you.

Tom, thank you.

Well, I have a litany of comments
here - mainly directed at you.

Brilliant.

Doesn't it worry you that most of
your staff are overworked and paranoid?

No.

This is a steam valve exercise
and that's what that is - steam.

- Anyway, I'm not worried.
- Is that right?

Whatever was said about me

is nothing compared to
what's been said about you.

This was a shocking exercise.

I'm appalled these mind games
were condoned at such a stressful time.

Personnel wanted a psychological
topography of the department

to find who could be
a theoretical weak link.

- And you found?
- There aren't any.

I beg to differ. I think I'm looking
at the weakest link right now.

'We will have to take this offer to the
British who may have their own view.'

Tell the Libyans thank you.
The sound quality is superb.

You shall know the truth
and the truth shall set you free.

- 'Things have changed.'
- 'Yeah, I'll let you know.'

[Reporter] 'The President left on Air Force
One this evening after his short visit.

'Despite threats to his security,
the visit passed without incident.

'MI5 officers were also included
in all their security arrangements

'to ensure that
his trip to the UK...'

[Mobile]

So here's my question,

whatever happened to the "nee
naw" sound? It was cute. Quaint.

Then one day you just replaced

your emergency service
sirens with American ones.

'Before you know it you'll have
g*ns for sale in Marks & Spencer.'

- Thank you for your concern.
- You're still up.

- 'So are you.'
- I can never sleep after an operation.

No, me neither.

'You wanna come over
and meet my friend Jim?'

You were heavy-handed.

She put your life
in danger, Tom.

She put the president's
life in danger.

I'm empty.

Libya?

Don't make me wrestle you for
it. I don't want to embarrass you.

So you lied.

What else did you
expect? The truth?

Is this a loss of faith, Tom?

Of course not.

Dostoevsky - Russian writer guy.

Wrote a book about a man
who told the truth all the time.

Know what he
called it? The Idiot.

You didn't wrestle me
for it very much, did you?

What do you know that I don't?

Lots of things.

[Blair] 'An example of the strength of
the relationship between our countries.

'It is a very strong
relationship, a special one.'

A random burglar wouldn't
know where to start!

What else was in
the case, Harry?

We're tasked to steal Firestorm
and before the French get hold of it.

I didn't think working with
the French was our thing.

- You're lying!
- Prove it!

- You stole the case.
- What?

- Not only t*rrorists manipulate youth.
- This isn't a game!

Let me see my lawyer,
government man.

The codes are gone. My time
is up. I have to come clean.