05x01 - Gas and Oil (Part 1)

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Angela Wells is beyond help.
We could help her. How? k*ll her.

I'm authorising sh**t to k*ll.
I want to speak
to the Home Secretary now.

g*nsh*t
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 75.
Charging. Stand clear.

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: '. .billowing into
the night sky from the UK's principal
fuel depot right behind me.'

'Police are saying that this is
without question a t*rror1st attack.

'The emergency. . . Oh, my God!

'There's just been another huge
blast. Another expl*si*n has. . .'

Is Mummy coming? Where's my mummy?
Keep Wes safe. Promise me you will.

REPORTER: '. .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
t*rror1st cell based in Holland.

'The cell is believed to be
behind the recent attacks. . .'

'But the question has to
be asked, is Britain now
becoming totally ungovernable?'

We're fighting a w*r on terror, and
we are losing that w*r, because. . .

'The Government
mishandled the crisis. . .

'They would like the
Prime Minister to resign. . .

'. .to push through legislation. . .

'. .about a new breed of terrorism. . .
. .major fuel depots. . .'

'We're under attack. With an
increase in prices, I mean, how. . .

'. .t*rror1st attacks. . .
. .totally ungovernable.'

Is Mummy coming home?
Where's my mummy?

I don't believe it. Adam's back.

Miss me? No, no, we, er. . .
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. . .

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 t*rrorists.

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. . .

Most of the population at this time
of year. Yeah. . .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 t*rror1st'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. . . 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
t*rrorists 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. . .
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. . .
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. . . ?
Rosalind Myers. 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. . . 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 b*stard.

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 m*ssacre was coming.

What's that got to do with an
Al-Qaeda b*mb 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 b*mb
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. . .
. .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 b*llet.

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. . .
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 k*lled 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. . .

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. . .

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. . .

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. . .

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
g*y to get into MI5, then? No!

But are you g*y, 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. . .

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 t*rror1st 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 k*lled 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. . .

. .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 k*ll one of Collingwood's
men in revenge,

if we even k*ll 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. . .

I can't.

Adam. . .

I can't.

Smile.

Would you have smiled
at your wife's K*llers?

Yes.

I would have smiled at Fiona's
K*llers, 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. . .

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. . . ?

BANGING

What's going on?

This way!

Through here.

OK, what's going on? You are not. . .

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. . .'

DOORBELL RINGS

'. .biological warfare,
but some predict. . .'

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 k*ll 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. . .

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. . . 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 m*rder 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 t*rture 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,

t*rrorists 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
m*rder 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


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


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.