07x01 - New Allegiances

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We're a team. We'll pull together.
Give them a chance to rescue you.
Please. Don't let them take me.

Your life doesn't matter, neither
does mine, hers, his, hers or his.

Adam! I will pursue with vengeance
anyone who acts against my people

but I will not risk losing
anyone else and nor will you.

I need you.

I need you. No you don't.

Harry!
Look at me, you are my outstanding
officer. Don't be afraid.

Sometimes we have to give each
other up. We just have to.

I don't know what to do this time.

Whichever way somebody's
being sentenced to death.

Take me away from them.

Every time we offer our people
up as a sacrifice,

well not this time, Harry.
Not this time.

You've always been a good person,
just help me now.

The whole arm had broke!
LAUGHTER

Right guys, I'd like to make a toast,
so to Callie Sullivan -

eight pounds, seven ounces, the most
beautiful girl, on God's green earth.

Cheers. Cheers... To Callie.

Right, mate, I'm gonna call my wife.

So, good to see you... OK mate.

Thanks for coming. Good to
see you again. And you man.

Hey call me tomorrow. Will do.

Take care.

Hey baby, it's me...

Yeah, I've had a couple...

No I promise I won't,
I'll sneak in... quiet as a mouse.

I just want to stand there and look
at her whilst she's sleeping,

my little girl. See if she's
making that funny little face.

Now, bruv, now!

Welcome to the jihad, soldier boy.

Please, read.

I've got a wife...

..and a baby.

A daughter, Callie.

The people you slaughtered were
other men's wives and children.

Were you thinking about them when
you dropped your filthy bombs?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

You don't know anything.

Have you been there...
have you ever been where I've been?

Read it.

No.

Read it or you die here and now.

Look, don't you think
that I'm not scared?

Read it!

What about my daughter, eh?

If that was all she knew
about her dad.

I don't mind her growing up, saying,
"My dad was a soldier and he died."

I'd be proud for her to say that.

I won't have her growing up
knowing, that I read out

the propaganda for some mad man
before they cut off my head.

And posted it on the internet

so's all his mad man mates could
toss themselves off over it.

So you wanna show something
on the internet, mate?

You show this.

You show me...

..saying, "No."

I'm not gonna read this crap.

I'm just not gonna do it.

PANTING AND RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

'I'll get away from them.
I have to.'

'It's just what they do to you.

'It's what they do.

'I'm scared, Adam, I'm so scared.'

'Remember when we first met?'

'I had poise, and gravitas.'

'They're coming for me
I can hear them getting ready.'

SOBBING

'They'll pay for this.
Don't do this to me.'

SCREAMING

Play dead, just play dead.

'I promise, give them
a chance to rescue you.'

'Don't let them take me, Adam.'

Oh.

Stop. You can't hurt her now.

Stop!

Get back, get back.

Get back!

I swear to God I will spill
his brains. Get back!

Jo...

That's enough.

That's enough.

That's enough.

Things are very bad with the Russians

at least they're not teetotal
like many of our opponents.

Why have they agreed
to this spy swap?

Maybe they have a pressing
need for their man Boklov.

In this case the return
package is so much of a prize,

we don't need to worry over much.

I assume you trust the new man
in London? Insofar as...

Let's just see if Kachimov
keeps his word on the exchange.

It's a sign of his status
that he's able to authorise it.

I assume we've got a player in
Moscow going through his back pages.

An officer called Rangefinder.

Any good? Above competent I'd say.

Jo.

Go to her. The exchange...

It's fine. You're the only
person she really trusts.

Jo?

I still see Boscard, hear him.

You'll never see or hear from
Boscard again. Nobody will.

I feel like...

nothing matters,

I don't matter.

Patience has never been
one of my strong points

and all this traumatised running
is starting to really annoy me.

No, that's good. That's good.

The day you get soppy this
country will be in grave danger.

'With their families, after a six
month tour of duty in Afghanistan.

'The reunion was particularly
emotional for one soldier.'

'Yeah. Yeah it's good to be back
home for a bit. See the family.

'This is actually my
second tour, so yeah.

'Yeah I mean it's great timing too,

'I'm about to become a dad...'

No...

No...

No! Get off me, what are you doing?
Shhhh.

If this isn't him, Eduard, this'll
be the shortest walk you ever took.

Hello, Harry.

Welcome home, Lucas,
how are you feeling?

Fine... good.

Cold.

Welcome to London, Arkady.

Of course, you'll be working hard to
replace the spy we're sending home.

Isn't that the dance?

You look after Lucas, now he's home.

He's weak, he's tired.

You tell him, "Eat broccoli."

I think he's suffered
enough, don't you?

You know when you sent Lucas to
Moscow, he paid an appalling price.

You might wish to ensure
such a thing does not happen
again in the near future.

Is this a message, Arkady,
or merely a homily?

I am making conversation
like an Englishman.

How did they treat you?

Sometimes well.

Sometimes not.

They told me, I could come home
if I spied for them.

What did you say?

I said yes.

Do you think we can stop for some
fish and chips? I've got a craving.

Adam Carter. Lucas North.

Welcome home. Thank you.

Chip? Cheers.

Lucas North, I presume.
Welcome back. Thank you.

Connie. Connie James.
Connie James? The stuff of legend.

The stuff of nightmares, possibly.

Malcolm!

Good to see you. How's your mum?

Adam, how's Jo?

Oh, she's very well. Very well.

You look, er...

Is there anything I can
get for you? Hot soup?

No, I had chips. Thanks.
But I tell you what, though.

I haven't had a decent
cup of tea in eight years.

What?

Is it really eight years?

Oh, it flew by! These Russian
prisons are like holiday camps,

they've got mattresses
and everything.

I know you're exhausted.
But would you mind

waiting a moment before we begin
the initial debriefing? Of course.

How is he? Who can tell?

Damaged.

Broken? I don't know.

You did everything you could.
You got him back.

How about our friends from the KGB?
FSB.

Still maintaining that a resurgent
Russia is no threat to us,

that the Kremlin's
intentions toward the West

are both honourable and peaceful.

Still denying the slide
into another Cold w*r.

After the handover, I had a little,
"getting to know you" chat
with their new man in London.

Arkady Kachimov.
He dropped a few hints.

What kind of hints? Sniffing
after possible MI5 assets in Moscow.

I'm concerned he knows Rangefinder's
after him. He was fishing. Possibly.

Possibly, it was a genuine warning.

If Kachimov knows about him, it
makes Russia a dangerous place.

You need to consider Rangefinder
blown. Pull him out of Moscow.

I think you may be right.

Ben! Get Harry!

Sorry. But, er...I think
we might be in for a long night.

Connie.

Contact Rangefinder.
Burn the Moscow operation.

'What's your status Rangefinder?'
Active.

I'm about to acquire some
FSB documents which appertain

to a high level Russian asset
being sent into play in London.

I have the asset's
codename Tranquility.

The dossier will give me the rest
including Tranquility's identity.

Things are getting tetchy
with the Russians.
Consider your operation burned.

I've been here six months,
I'm five minutes away

from my biggest hit
so I make this rendezvous.

Negative Rangefinder. Pull out.

I'll go in quick
and I'll be out quicker.

Hold off, Control
and let me do my job.

Remembrance Sunday must be cancelled.

It is an affront to
the Muslim brothers

and sisters m*rder*d by infidel
forces in Iraq and Afghanistan.

If the media fails to run this story

and Remembrance Sunday
is not cancelled...

..then the head of this infidel
will be sent to his wife and child.

Who is he?
Private Andrew Sullivan. Andy.

Second Battalion,
Royal York regiment.

Home on leave from Afghanistan.
This is in London?

This, is in London.

My great grandfather was sixteen

when he signed up to fight for his
country, just a boy from Brentford,

a nobody really, just a kid
lying about his age.

He was given a medal which
was passed down to me

for serving from 1914 to 1915.

There's not many of those
around for obvious reasons.

A shell took half his back away at
Ypres but at least he made it home.

Since then plenty more
have been k*lled or maimed,

including friends and loved ones
we can't even publicly acknowledge.

So no fanatic with a sword is going
to stop us from honouring our dead.

And we're going to
bring Andy Sullivan home.

Well, if we're going to do face
and voice recognition

of every Al Qaeda suspect, I think
I'll need to monopolise the system.

Do it.

PHONE RINGS

'Control?'

Rangefinder? What do you have?

My contact appears to be indisposed.
How long?

A couple of minutes.
'You need to get out of there.'

They'll be coming for you. I know.

But if that intelligence
was worth k*lling for

it's worth knowing.
'You're blown, Rangefinder.

'If you don't get out of Russia
right now, you never will.

'Do you copy?'

'Do you copy Rangefinder?'

'Rangefinder...'

GRUNTS AND STABBING

'Rangefinder do you copy?'

Rangefinder?

'Please respond Rangefinder?'

'Are you there?' Copy that, Control.

Put the kettle on, I'm coming in.

The Prime Minister is unwilling
to risk going ahead

with the Remembrance Day service.

He'd sooner give these jumped-up
fanatics what they want.

By cancelling the service?
The precedent that would set!

We can't let it happen.

He is the Prime Minister. I don't
think there's anything we can do.

What about the Queen? The Prime
Minister will inform Her Majesty

of his decision when she wakes.
Surely, she should be fully briefed?

If she knew what was going on,
she would never allow

the Remembrance Service
to be cancelled.
That's certainly an interpretation.

Then let the Queen
take that decision.

It is Her Majesty's prerogative.
And if this young soldier dies?

If they cut off his head and post
a picture of it on the internet.

At whom does the British public
direct its wrath? At Her Majesty.

The Prime Minister is unwilling
to take such a risk.

No-one's going to
k*ll Andy Sullivan.

And if you're wrong? Lord knows,
I'm praying for this young man.

But when one does
the cold calculation...

There's only one calculation.
Everyone matters. Or no-one matters.

Is this just empty rhetoric,
Mr Carter,

or is it an assurance from
Her Majesty's Security Services?

It's an assurance.
We have solid intelligence

pointing us to where
they're keeping Andy Sullivan

and a good idea of who's got him.

He's gonna be all right.

Then I might be able to make
a quiet call to a discreet ear.

I'll see to it that Her Majesty is
fully appraised of the situation.

Her Majesty will be at the Cenotaph
tomorrow with the Prime Minister.

Thank you, Henry.

I feel obliged to point out to you,

that you have absolutely
no idea where Andy Sullivan is.

I'm pretty sure he's in London.

It's a start.

And is this the first time
you've manipulated the will

of Her Majesty the Queen? Probably.

'Remembrance Sunday
must be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday must
be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday
must be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday must
be cancelled.'

If we don't ID the kidnapper soon,
there's an excellent chance

I'll spend the rest of my life
in the Tower of London.

Things are a bit stretched.
We like to keep busy. Can I help?

The operating systems have moved on,
but I can still push a mouse.
Lucas...

Being in a Russian prison is like
spending eight years in a physical
training camp...or at Eton.

I'm as mentally and physically fit,
as I ever was. Fitter.

It's been a really long day
and from what I hear,

you spent most of it in
the boot of a car. All right look,

the soldier, Sullivan.
He's out there somewhere, terrified
that his country's forgotten him,

that he'll never see his home again.
And I know how he feels, all right?

I know what it's like for him.
So let me help.

How long have you
been in those clothes?

Since they were in fashion.

Go and get yourself cleaned up.
I'll speak to Harry.

He was an excellent field officer

but that was then,
things are different now.

He needs to prove himself...
to MI5, to himself,

but I think most of all, to you.
So why not let him do that?

Cos I'm responsible for his
physical and mental well-being.

You can't just bring him in and
then leave him out in the cold.

He's given everything to this job.

Dum spiro spero.

While I live I hope.

Tattooing's part of
the culture in there.

You don't do it, you don't belong -
you don't belong, you're dead.

They all mean something.

There's a specific iconography.

Fascinating, really.

So, how did Tom Quinn work out?

He took early retirement.

How did you get me back, Harry?

We caught one of their top men
accessing confidential files from
the British Power Consortium.

This is ahead of
a substantial oil-supply deal

between the UK and Russia.
Very embarrassing for them.

I used their embarrassment
as collateral.

You horse-traded.

You need rest.

Welcome home to a safe house with
a stained mattress and nylon sheets.

You're malnourished, running on
adrenaline. Close to exhaustion.

So where do I go?

You want me to go and watch
pay-per-view in a Holiday Inn?

Catch up on eight years
of Coronation Street?

Where do I go, Harry? What am I
supposed to do when I get there?

Just tell me
and I'll go and I'll do it.

I'm giving you clearance
till midnight on Sunday.

After that, you rest.
Then we'll talk some more.

Properly.

Have you seen her?

She's well...and happy.

Meaning?

It's good to see you, Lucas.

You were missed.

'Remembrance Sunday
must be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday must
be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday
must be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday must
be cancelled.'

'Remembrance Sunday
must be cancelled.'

Adam! We've found a match! I'm
sorry, I'll call you back. Got him?

We've matched the executioner's

voice print to a known
Al Qaeda member. Aaqib Faris.

Christ. How old is he? 19? 20?

Welcome to the future.

It's turned out to be
something of a disappointment.

Do we have his current position?
Nope. Well, you never know.

Known associates?

Munzir Hatem. Suspected Al Qaeda
Commander. He'll be the Cell Leader.

Living as an upstanding
member of the middle class.

Owns his home. Votes Conservative.

You're kidding. He drives
a Focus, he's a chiropodist!

An absolutely ordinary life.

His wife and children have no idea
of his involvement with the Jihad.

An unknown soldier.

So bring him in, shake him down.

If we do that, they'll know
they've been compromised.

He'll have intelligence that will
lead us directly to Andy Sullivan.

We need his phone.
Where does he live?

Consistent with
the nature of his cover,

he lives with only
heavy domestic security.

You'll need a coat.

It's cold out.

SNUFFLING

Harry! Don't you ever sleep?
Why are we here?

Your Government is stepping in
to oppose the oil deal

between The British Power
Consortium and Christus Oil.

British power stays in British hands.

Somewhere within that sentence lies
the essence of my job description.

Oh? You refuse
to trust our intentions.

It's not that I refuse, Arkady,

I just find myself incapable.
I'm sorry.

It's hard for me to be jubilant
about the idea that the Kremlin

controls oil supplies to Britain
and her allies. Is that rude of me?

Oh, no, I find such honesty
bracing in a spy.

So...

I offer you this,
absolutely free of charge.

No obligation attached to
the back of it. I'm listening.

We have become aware of increased
communication traffic between

the Mujahadin in Chechnya and
persons of interest in Britain.

Our Islamic t*rrorists are speaking
to your Islamic t*rrorists.

About what?

Who knows?

But um...

the main British contact
has been this man.

Munzir Hatem.

You know him?

We have several thousand persons
of interest on our files, Arkady,

but I thank you for the alert.

You know I might like to access
your files on this one.

Perhaps...
if you find yourself of a mind.

The oil deal, between our two
countries. You might wish to...

butter the wheels a little.

How long will it take?

We'll be as fast as we can.

Get some air. You've done
what you can for the moment.

What's the point in that?

I'm dead anyway.

The point is, you're thirsty.

Drink.

Hm?

'Preparations are underway for
what'll be, the 90th time that

'Britons come together to mark
the two minute silence to remember

'those who've made the ultimate
sacrifice for their country.

'Not just at the Cenotaph, but at
hundreds of different services...'

PHONE RINGS

'..across the nation people
will stand and reflect on those
who have laid down their lives.'

Adam.

Hi Jo, I just wanted to check in.

See how you're doing.

Well, I'm not running.

Good, that's a start.

Do you sleep at all?

No.

Listen, Jo, I've tried most of
these so-called pain relievers.

All that therapy they forced me
to do. You know the only thing
that actually helped?

Pilates?

Yeah, that's the Jo
I know and love. No...

Someone's in terrible danger

and we're fighting to save them.

Isn't that the only thing
that makes sense of...

..well...

all of this?

'Flight AF2732 from Moscow
has now landed.

'Passengers will be
disembarking shortly.'

Could you drive into London.

And select the most difficult
routes you can think of,

blind turnings, one-way streets.

Do that until I say stop,
or the money runs out.

Your money, love.
Actually it's the taxpayers'.

PHONE RINGS

Welcome home, Rangefinder.
Keep it brief.

I thought I'd shaken them in Moscow

but I've picked up another tail
at Heathrow.

They're awfully tenacious,
bless them.

I think they want to give me
a polonium suppository.

The Russians are being cooperative

with a live operation.
What do they want?

Who knows, we need to keep
them onside, temporarily.

For the moment, that
means keeping you deniable.

In other words,
"Stay away from Thames House

"while we make nice with the
Russians." Precisely. Charming.

I'm sending over the intelligence
I got from my Russian source.

I'm afraid it's heavily encrypted.
It's appreciated.

Adam know I'm back? Adam's not
even aware you're working for us.

No, I'm afraid he's having
rather a hectic day.

Plus ca change.

Be careful, Rangefinder.

But stay out of the way.
If you'd be so kind.

On the Sim card Adam and Lucas
copied there were several
dozen phone numbers.

Given Al Qaeda's fondness
for superfluity,

we can assume that most
are irrelevant.

But one number corresponds
to a mobile purchased recently
in North London.

The phones are owned by proxies,
younger brothers or sisters, mostly.

We've identified this young man.
as a friend of Kadar Mahmoud...

the sole person of interest
on the sim card.

Mahmoud is a known Al Qaeda asset.
Designated "Firefly".

Then Firefly's the go-between.
His job is to liaise between

the Cell Leader and Sullivan's
executioner. Where is he now?

We've just intercepted
a text message

sent from the Cell
Leader to Firefly.

Three words, "host and guest".
It's the "go" signal.

It's becoming obvious that we
won't give into their demands
and cancel Remembrance Sunday.

Firefly's orders will be
to wait until an agreed time


no further orders by that time,

he'll phone in the order to execute.
Let's follow his phone signal,

pick him up and make sure
the k*ll order's never sent.

The executioner will have
his standing orders, too.

If he receives no further contact,

he'll proceed immediately
with the execution.

The death of Andy Sullivan
is this cell's default setting.

If we make the wrong move,
we'll just bring that forward.

It's catch 22. He'll make a cleaning
run. Take a circuitous route

to shake off any surveillance.
We can use that against them.

We follow Firefly,
see who he meets, who he calls.

And if we intercept that k*ll order,

we'll get to Andy Sullivan in time.

He's out there somewhere, a soldier
about to die and we can save him.

Let's get out there.

Firefly's left his house, Alpha 1.

All units, Firefly's on the move.

Be alert... he's a slippery fish.

He switched back on me.

He's heading underground I'll lose
contact in less than thirty seconds.

Alpha 2, he's yours.

I've lost him.
Don't worry, I'm on him.

He's out of contact.
The comms won't work underground.

'This station is Archway.

'This train terminates
at Morden via Bank.

'Please stand clear of
the closing doors.'

Harry, can you read me?
I had to take a gamble.

I don't know if he's
behind me or not.

Firefly's our only link to
The Executioner, Alpha 2.

Control, I have Firefly.

Firefly's making a call

from the phone box
at the top of Duke Street Hill.

Got that, Alpha 2.
Alpha 1 I'm patching you in...

DIALLING TONE

PHONE DIALLING BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

Make him record the statement.

Adam! We've got them! East London.

Two miles from your
current location.

You mean do it now?
I mean k*ll him. Now.

Special Forces are en route.
The house is booby trapped.

Everyone inside will die and
Special Forces personnel with them.

The same applies to you, Adam.
Well, let's give it a go though.

See how it crinkles out.

They didn't think you were worth it.

They send you out there,

to m*rder my brothers.

Then stick a bit of tin to your
chest to thank you for doing it.

But when it comes down to it...

..you're nothing to them.

We don't know how many
are in there, two at least.

Doors and windows will be
booby trapped. Lend me your phone.

We know they've been in
communication with Chechens, right?

Yeah... So...
Do you think they speak Russian?

He's an electrician from
Walthamstow. So I doubt it.

I bet he recognises the sound of
it, though. I'll take the back.

This is how we bring death
to the infidels,

and all the enemies of Islam...

PHONE RINGS

You should just get on with it.

We should just do him man.
Just do him!

We should see.

LUCAS SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

What?

HE SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN

Who's brother is this? Identify.

You know who this is. Who is it?

LUCAS SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Speak English, gotta speak
English bruv, English!

Get out of the house.
Take the infidel and get out!

What's happening?

I don't think we should.

Don't think. Don't think. Just do.
HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

What's going on?

We're leaving. Leave the g*n.
Leave it, leave it all behind.

Stand...up.

So who exactly are you guys?

Security Services.
Spooks. Yeah, Spooks.

Well, you took your bloody time.

Sorry about that. But we got here.

Listen CO19 will
be here in a minute.

They'll take you
to your wife and daughter.

BEEPING

Connie!

We've decrypted the intelligence
Ros brought back from Moscow.

A Chechen assassin
called Tranquility

affiliated to Munzir Hatem
is launching an attack on London.

When? Today. 11 am.

Kachimov!

We've become aware of increased
communications traffic between

the Mujahadin in Chechnya and
persons of interest in Britain.

Our Islamic t*rrorists are speaking
to your Islamic t*rrorists.

You know him?

He was playing me. He wasn't...
offering me intelligence.

He was watching me to see how
I'd react, to see how much I knew.

He knew this attack was coming
and he did nothing to stop it.

Harry. Adam,
Andy Sullivan is just a side show.

Al Qaeda is planning a spectacular
at a Remembrance Service.

A Chechen assassin codenamed
Tranquility is launching an operation

at the St Augustus w*r Memorial
today. 11 am.

They're going to k*ll
the parents, the spouses,

and children of British soldiers

who died serving in Iraq
and Afghanistan.

We'll be there in 10 minutes.
Send the details.

Is it bad? When is it not?

Connie, I'm getting so bored
leading these Russians around.

I'm tempted to get out and k*ll
them, just to get it over with.

Have you got an update for me?

Your intelligence led us directly
to a t*rror1st attack on London.

When? Less than half an hour. Have
you got a team at the attack site?

They're en route.

Is it Adam?

Connie, is it Adam?

Yes.

Right well, I need to be there.

Send me the details. Ros...
I said, I need to be there!

Can you pull over round this corner?

And we honour those who love them
in death, as in life.

We feel their loss.

Car keys. Now!

Pocket.

Follow me again,

I'll get REALLY annoyed.

That's her. That's Tranquillity.

You take her down,
I'll check out the car.

A poem composed over a century ago,

but which speaks to us still...

So that we can enjoy our today.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row.

We are the dead, short days ago

We lived, felt dawn,
saw sunset glow

Loved and were loved and now
we lie in Flanders Fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe

To you, from failing hands
we throw...

The torch be yours
so hold it high...

PHONE RINGS

Adam. Harry, it's the car.

It's just one colossal b*mb.

Can you disarm it?
It's less than two minutes to 11.

It's a digital detonator...

There must be a code to disarm it
but it's...it's way too elaborate.

If this goes off, it'll
k*ll everyone in a range of...

Oh, my God...

There's no way I can evacuate
the area, not in time.

It'll be a m*ssacre.

..We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow

in Flanders Fields.

Malcolm, get me Lucas.

Lucas, Tranquility may
have a disarm code, get it.

Adam.

Ros!

Tranquility's that way.

Malcolm, I need to get away
from any population centre.
I need a location.

There's an open square less
than a mile South East.

I'm sending through directions.
You've got less than

a minute if Lucas
doesn't get that code.

Yes.

Ah! Give me the code!

That's less than 30 seconds,
Adam. Less than 30 seconds.

Adam, you're not going to make it.
Ditch the car.

If I do that, then people die.

Ditch the car! No! Adam!

Look, he'll make it. It's not far.

Is that her, is that Tranquility?

Too late.

I hope not.

Come on!

Adam, you're almost there.

He's there.

CLOCK STARTS TO STRIKE ELEVEN

'Malcolm?'

'Malcolm, did he make it?'

Adam Carter is dead.

'Early police reports suggest
that the expl*si*n of a car

'in central London this morning
was the work of t*rrorists.

'However if it was a deliberate
attack it seems to have failed.

'The sole casualty was
the driver of the vehicle,

'believed to be the b*mber.
Government and palace sources
are keen to stress

'that today's Remembrance services,
such an important part

'of our national calendar have been
entirely unaffected by the incident.'

You OK?

No.

The team are gathered outside.

I know.

Wes is playing rugby today,

expecting his dad to be there.

Somebody bears a terrible
responsibility for this. Somebody?

Arkady Kachimov
was behind the attack.

Then I think Mr Kachimov should
be made to feel some of our pain.

There's no way of
dressing this up, Ros.

And I don't care how long it takes
or what temperature it's served.

We will have revenge.

I'm coming back to work.

I wish it weren't under
these circumstances.

Maybe it had to be.

It's the only way I have
to pay my respects.

It's a good way.

No. In some ways,
this is a preferable outcome.

They will be unbalanced by shock.

But I think maybe, we should pull
things forward a little.

Is it en route?

Good.

BOYS SHOUT

Go on, Wes!

In here! Inside!

Go on, Andrew!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Kachimov was responsible
for Adam's death.

I want nothing more than revenge.

Here's your chance, take it, now
or let him go.

I've tried to eliminate
explanations but there might be

an un-identified Russian
submarine in British waters.

The damage will be on a scale
otherwise achieved only
through a nuclear strike.

Adam once said to me revenge
is an expression of pain,

pain is weakness,
we never show weakness.

Given the chance he'll eat you alive?

He's jealous, he worries
for your loyalty, he has to.

Gotta feel sorry for
the poor b*stard.

Do you trust him?
Bring him in. Let's talk.