01x02 - Looking After Our Own

[bunniefuu]

[DANNY] OK, we're clear. Get on with it.

[WOMAN] Goggles on.

Located power supply.
The lasers will stay off for two minutes.

Lasers off.

- Two minutes. Get the main fuse box repaired.
- I'll get the alarm.

[ALARM BLEEPS, THEN STOPS]

- Osborne's a security nut.
- Tell me something I don't know.

- I'm banging your sister!
- Oh, funny!

He's got a bunch of countermeasures.
Spectrum analyzers, detectors.

He's not a spook, is he?.

Our bugs aren't gonna work.
He'll find anything we put in here.

Abort. Come home. Dammit!
Re-set all clocks.

- I've done the kitchen clocks.
- Lasers back on in 60 seconds.

Three...two...one.

[BLEEPING]

Move it.

- Damn! Missed one! How are we doing?.
- 50 seconds. Make it quick.

- What time's he get up?.
- Get up?.

- I'm setting the alarm.
- Hurry up!

Just stick a blown fuse in it.



Come on!

[DANNY] Five...four...three...

..two...one.

Not every target will lie down and be bugged.

I didn't expect a hard-core r*cist from Romford
to have surveillance countermeasures.

Now we know Osborne's paranoid
about anyone finding out what he's up to.

I'm paranoid about how much training
you're doing. Where's all this energy come from?.

If I told you, I'd have to k*ll you!

You're already k*lling me!

There's something new on the cards,
happening with or because of Osborne.

Unless someone close to him
spills some quality beans,

we won't find out what it is.

No chance of infiltration, given his paranoia.
What we need is human intelligence.

- Won't find any here!
- You'd be surprised.

Never trust what anyone tells you
if you're paying them.

- Fair enough. Nice jacket, by the way.
- Thanks.

This is Robert Osborne.
We believe he's organizing race riots.

His wife Claire. Befriend her and squeeze
as much information out of her as possible.

Which is why you're sitting here now.
We've got a potential race w*r.

Osborne's past, his contacts,
business partner, money.

- All pushing the needle to red.
- Plus Bill Watson.

Independent MP for Chigwell.
They met 15 years ago. College.

- Jesus! He's all over the place!
- They're walking on eggshells.

Not using the phone, only talking in public.
With our failed bugging, we're no closer.

Lucky he's beating his wife.

[TOM] Anyone under that kind of pressure
is vulnerable to recruitment.

We need information fast
and she's our only hope.

Osborne runs a very successful
waste disposal business

and keeps his fingers clean,
but we've followed his profits.

We suspect he's funding a nationwide network
of race violence linked to the MP Bill Watson.

Organization on this scale
could be a threat to national stability.

[TV] An Asian night-shift worker has been
brutally attacked by white youths in Bristol...

There's resentment within
the indigenous community...

Hundreds of Asian youths were hurling
bricks and petrol bombs...

- You're not condoning these acts?
- Of course not.

I condemn violence, but the provocation
for this race w*r came not last night

but out of the last three decades
of unchecked immigration into this country.

Nice piece of work i n Bristol,
by the way. Well done.

Thanks. Do we have to do this every time?.

- I vetted Nick myself, Robert.
- Brian won't be a moment.

Arms up.

OK.

So...what's this all about?.

Well, Bill...

- [WAILS] I'm sorry, Daddy!
- What's the golden rule, Sammy?.

Don't you touch him!

Go back to bed, sweetheart.

You think you can touch me,
but lay another finger on him...

There's a reason he can't go in there, all right?.

Do you understand?.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm sorry!

Join MI5. Multiple opportunities
for advancement, they said.

Protect national security, they said.

Double-sided, if you don't mind. It's Eyes Alpha
so try not to look at the interesting bits.

Andrew Dorland called from Customs. He'll be late.

- That's mine.
- You're welcome to it.

It's not romantic comedy, I warn you.

Immigrants from Chechnya. Traffickers chucked
them overboard when they saw the patrol ships.

A strong current washed them all up
on the same stretch of beach in Kent.

After a major incident like this, they'll change
their route, their landing site, their crews.

We'll have to start over again for next time.

Customs and Excise would appreciate
a spot of consultation.

You mean help, Andrew.

I do. I mean help.

Leeds - hundreds of miles
from my own constituency,

having warned the House
about racial tensions in Bristol.

- And being proved right.
- I've earned the nickname of Nostradamus!

- I'm coming across like a prophet.
- Know why we've never had a revolution?.

John Wesley. He was a Methodist.
He went around preaching.

Got everyone in church
when everyone in France was going nuts.

- Your point?.
- Most people don't do anything on principle.

People don't kick up a stink unless they're told to
or it's in their faces and it hurts.

- It's in their faces now. It's hurting.
- I know.

Last year, no one knew what a Muslim was.
Now everyone says, "Where's he from??"

They're seeing things they never noticed.
Asylum seekers clogging up the hospitals.

A shop assistant can't speak English.
Black media corrupting our children.

We have a window right now.
A great big window just opened.

People are starting to realize,
but they won't do anything until they're told.

They're British. Everyone's crying out
for a voice of reason.

Someone to make them realize
they're not alone, not extreme,

that they are the majority, it's their country
and it's all right to get angry!

Face it, Bill, everyone's crying out
for someone like you.

- It's a huge Customs operation.
- I'm sure it's enormous.

With large liaison potential.
I'm overcommitted on my side.

Zoe knows all the players. She's dealt with
many other cases in liaison with Customs.

- She speaks three languages. I need her.
- I need her on this race hate campaign.

I've got a runner about to recruit a source.
Customs can cope without us.

- What is it?. Smuggling?.
- Doubloons from the Spanish Main [!]

ill*gal immigration. Human traffic.
Customs need a hand.

- Sorry, Tom, you'll have to make do.
- I'm borrowing her, not stealing her.

That's right, you're not.

Nice to meet someone
who cares about this country.

So you keep saying.

These problems in Leeds,
just how sure are you they'll happen?.

Educated guess, Bill. No one ever blamed
Nostradamus when the bad news arrived.

Remember that.

I've got this.

With those countermeasures,
he'd never say anything juicy in the house.

- We almost screwed up the alarm.
- You could've worked backwards.

I read that he leaves for work at 8.45.

Any man with kids is keen to get out the house.

Half an hour for a sh*t, shower and shave,


- I'd say he's an 8 a.m. man.
- Would you?.

Yeah. Most men don't need two hours in
the bathroom, Danny. I know it's hard to believe.

- So flatshare's going well, you two?.
- Fun but expensive.

Fun but expensive.

Matthew, look.

Let me see.

Oh, wow. That is lovely, Maisie.

- She was doing families in school.
- Is my nose really that big?.

- Your bill, sir.
- No!

- Look, no more of this paying nonsense.
- I still can't hear you.

Go on, then.

Finally, the man sees sense!

- Are you going to stay with us, Matthew?.
- I think she means tonight.

How do you feel about that?.

Well...

[LAUGHS] I'll take that as a maybe, then.

[COMPUTER VOICE] Transaction declined.
Sorry, your credit card has been refused.

- Jed, you paged me.
- The runner's had an accident.

- When?.
- An hour ago. She's in hospital.

The runner'll be in hospital for a week.
She was five times over the limit.

Hit a minicab. Idiot.

- Didn't know she was a boozer, did we?.
- She kept it well hidden.

- We train our officers well.
- Claire's planning to leave Osborne.

She may go through with it and our best chance
is gone. We need to get in now.

Only you know the case well. The couple who
run the computer classes, are they removable?.

In a nice way.

- I'll need a wife.
- Shouldn't think that's too difficult.

Dishy catch like you!

I had the wrong wallet tonight.
Almost paid for dinner as Tom Quinn.

Ellie thinks she's going out with Matthew.
It might have seemed odd to her.

- I can't do this.
- You've had no problem before.

- I've not felt like this before.
- If you'd told the truth, vetting would be over.

- I just wanted to keep things simple.
- Always a mistake in my experience.

Hi.

- Nice place.
- Just signed the lease. Six months.

- She's in the shower.
- No sugar for me.

Admin staff often help out in operations.
Sure about this?.

- Why do you think I've taken all the courses?.
- And come top! Swot!

We're trying to move fast, engineer the
relationship, break cover and then move to close.

Claire Osborne's always buying computer
magazines, so the IT training is not a whim.

It's what we imagine to be an effort
to take control of her life.

She outwardly supports
her husband's r*cist stance.

Might be more through insecurity
than conviction.

Susan Wilkes. Steven Wilkes.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Credit rating. Not too good, not too bad.
Should back up your limit OK.

- That the real database?.
- Yeah, and that is a real credit rating.

Don't I need all that stuff for my purse -
like receipts?.

Best wallet litter money can buy.

Better be, sunshine!

I have to go away for a while.

Someone dropped out. I have to step in.
It's a fact-finding tour of the USA and Japan.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, so am I.

- I'll be on a work mobile.
- Will it work?.

- Yeah.
- Then maybe you can use it to call me.

Maybe you can start to tell me
what the hell's going on!

Call in midnight.
Each minute late is code for our level of risk.

One minute - minor problem.


- Urgent message?.
- The cat in the van.

Only in emergencies. We'll know when we see it.

- Where did you two meet?.
- Again?.

Gift shop, Jersey, five years ago.

I love turtles and, in the back of the shop,
they had all these little models of turtles.

Steve came in and tried to buy the one that
I had my eye on - a bright green loggerhead.

Anyway, we fought over it, he relented,
and it all started from there.

You could say we've been
at loggerheads ever since! OK?.

If you go off-piste,
make sure you've got the detail to back it up.

- Lovely impro, mind you.
- Do you like the turtles?.

I love those turtles!

[HELEN] Claire might not turn up
to the classes.

She'll be there. These computer lessons
are her way out...and our way in.

All we're gonna do is make friends with her, OK?.

Fate's thrown us together -
like it was meant to be, all right?.

Yeah.

- Thought you'd like one.
- Are we allowed?.

Budget might just stretch. How goes it?.

Simple. The UK stops selling the g*ns
which arm the regimes which drive people here.

But since that won't happen...
If Customs are moving to intercept the boat here,

the human traffickers may use a route
the Dutch heroin posse know and love.

- A good route is hard to find.
- We'll know someone.

Possibly. There's a few people
in Ostend and NCS who owe me favors.

- How many people were on that boat?.
- 40. Mostly women and children.

Oh, I usually drink decaf.

That's fortunate.

[TOM] Goodnight.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Sunny Cabs.
- Steven Wilkes canceling a cab for tomorrow.

Very good, sir.

Brian Lyndon - Osborne's sidekick.
Talk about Mr Boring!

He's into curry and sex chat lines, but no mention
of Osborne. He's been trained well.

Unlike our other guy.
The tap on the politician's office.

Watson, was it?. Osborne's all over the place.
Listen, this is his private office line.

[MAN] I was wondering if Mr Osborne
was available. It's Nick.

- That's not Watson's voice.
- That's because it's Nick Thomas.

I voice-matched to be sure.

- [DOORBELL]
- Let him in.

We're heading up tonight.
All the plans for Leeds are in place.

Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt anything.

What do you want, my friend?.

- Really.
- No bugs. All clear.

Really I want to help.

- Go and put the kettle on.
- I'm with you. I agree with everything you say.

That's very touching.

- I'm going to bed.
- How's the email, my darling?.

My wife is mastering the international Internet.

Hold it.

Come on in a minute.

That top doesn't do them justice.
Five grand each they cost me.

Man buys his wife a tit job, the least she can
do is show them off to his mates. Come on.

- Robert...
- Undo your top.

Lovely! My beautiful wife!

Oh, goodnight.

- These payments need signing.
- Can I borrow a pen?.

- Are Pete and Jessie around?.
- Jessie's mum's not well.

We're looking after
the computer classes. I'm Steve.

- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Susan.

Be back in five minutes. Try and finish
your contact list by then. Try!

All right, see you tomorrow. Well done.

- You all right?.
- Bloody puncture.

- I'll have to call the AA or something.
- I'll do it for you. You got a spare?.

- Yeah. Man of many talents!
- Yeah, I like to think so.

- Aw. How long have you been married?.
- Three years.

Stage one.

- Ah! My bag! He's got my bag!
- Oi!

Get off! Get off!

- Claire!
- Steve! I don't believe it!

- Are you all right?.
- Yeah. Thanks. Thank God you were here.

- He's never gonna catch him.
- Colored. Fast runners.

All right.

Steven Wilkes. Can I cancel tomorrow's cab?.

Steven Wilkes. I'd like to cancel
the cab for tomorrow morning.

I want to cancel the cab for tomorrow morning.
Name is Steven Wilkes.

- Hey. That's my wife's car!
- You must be Claire's husband.

- 10 out of 10! Who might you be?.
- Steve. Claire asked me to check her oil.

- Long as that's all you're checking.
- What are you doing here?.

Just passing. Saw Mr Fixit here
with his hands all over your bodywork.

- Steve, Sue, this is Robert, my husband.
- Been in the area long?.

Few months. We just bought
the house on Abbey Crescent.

- And before?.
- Renting. Pokey place on Mervyn Road.

- They're doing a great job, Robert.
- Yeah, well...

- See you later, sweetheart.
- Why don't you come round for dinner?.

- Um...all right, OK.
- Yeah, if it's not too much trouble.

- How's tomorrow night?.
- Lovely.

Hey, Danny boy,
looks like I've got something finally.

Two different shell companies.
But I got there in the end.

Your man Nick isn't being entirely truthful
about his job history.

- Are Mr and Mrs Wilkes in?.
- They've moved, love. Up Abbey Crescent.

- That new estate.
- Thanks.

Hello, dear, it's Rosie. I just got tickled.

Osborne's checking backstops, which doesn't
surprise me. We're his wife's new buddies.

- You can call off sick. I can make apologies.
- I'm coming with my husband.

- We're going for dinner.
- Osborne will ply us with booze.

So a stomach full of fats
will stave off the effects.

So tip from the top. Eat.

Also, when you drink, just wet your lips.
Makes it last for ages.

Come on, tuck in.

If I get bad dreams, I'm blaming you.

Congratulations, Daniel Hunter.

You are no longer a credit risk.

- We moved to Brighton.
- My mother's from Brighton. Which street?.

Altringham Road.
Do you know, I love your placemats.

Mm, nice, aren't they?.
Rob got them from Cyprus years ago.

So...how did you two meet, then?.

Turtles - that's so sweet, honestly.

- Claire.
- Littlest room?. Upstairs on the left.

- Nice.
- Very pleasant, I agree.

- What does your boyfriend do again?.
- He's...my husband.

- Did you say boyfriend?.
- That's what I said.

He told you, didn't he?. Steve. Did he tell you?.

- I was in the loo. I heard you two talking.
- I don't understand.

Our marriage, it's...it's not what it seems.

It's a bit more... Well, it's a bit more relaxed.
I see other men.

I don't really believe monogamy is healthy
for a long-term relationship.

I'm inclined to agree.

I'm seeing somebody at the moment. When
you said boyfriend, I didn't know if you knew.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

I saw a young Islamic lad on TV talking about
how he was a Muslim first and British second.

Happy to draw benefit,
live here in peace and democracy,

and drive his mum down the NHS
for free radiotherapy.

Not a shred of evidence he loves this country
or a shred of pride even to call himself British.

That's why it's never gonna work here.
Same with the Jews.

They just wanna marry each other. Why should
we stick up for them?. That's not extremism.

It's human nature. No one will make me feel
guilty for wanting what's best for my country.

Surely they're not all like that?.
Some people come for the chance of getting on.

And complain they're forced into centers!
They should be grateful for the chance!

- You got something to add?.
- You're talking all the time.

What can I say?. I love my country,
I love the sound of my own voice!

And I love YOU,
even if you don't love me back!

- We should get going.
- Got some swinging to do?.

- It's not quite 12. It's early.
- We'd better make a move.

You wanna try the clubs, my friend!

- Claire, it's OK, it really is.
- It bloody well isn't. I'm sorry.

He's been in a mood all week.
It's going pear-shaped here.

- We had a great time.
- Ow!

What are you playing at?. You tell me to shut up,
tell me I'm talking too much in my own house!

In front of those two?.!
In front of people like that?.!

- Wilkes. I have to cancel a cab for tomorrow.
- [CLAIRE] Ow!

I'm sorry. I screwed up. I thought he'd sussed me.

You handled it brilliantly.

He can dismiss us as pervs now. Cretin!

You know that Elgar he was playing?.
Yehudi Menuhin on the violin!

I can't bear to think of her in that house
with that arsehole.

Listen, would you mind if we slept
in the same bed tonight?.

I just... I'd just like to have you there
if I woke up.

I mean, we are married.

- Do you want to read?.
- No. Goodnight.

- Thanks for the tip about the cheese.
- It was my pleasure.

God, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

That's OK.

If you're in bed listening to this, stay there.
I just wanted to say I miss you...so much.

- That's all.
- [KNOCK]

I'm really sorry. Did I screw up again?.

See you in the morning.

- You're a nosy little weasel, Nicko.
- I don't mean to pry, Rob.

- No, I like that in a bloke.
- I'm just keen to be involved.

Glad to hear it, Nick. I need a bit of nosing
around some new friends. You free today?.

Surveillance just in.
Nick Thomas - real name Kieran Harvey.

Freelance journalist. Works for
an independent radio producer in Soho.

- Fancies himself as an undercover maverick.
- Not for long.

Sort out an urgent message.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Steve, there's a van outside with a cat in it.
- On my way.

Hi. History Today.

Only just come in.

My mate in Holland's paid me back. A group's
moved out of Ostend using old heroin routes.

Their contacts in Greece route refugees
from the Caucasus via Holland and onto a boat.

- Chechens.
- Do we know the Greek contacts?.

I'm speaking to James in 6.
They'll send stuff over as soon as he finds it.

Excellent!

- Someone's feeling rosy!
- Yeah, well, it's hot in here.

Hello. I'm in your area canvassing
on behalf of Bill Watson.

- Have you got a moment?.
- Sure.

Nick Thomas.

Hello, Nick. Nice to meet you.

- You, too.
- Very nice. As is your suit.

- Did you nick it?.
- I'll come back another time.

You can stay for a cup of tea, Kieran.

- Urgent delivery from across the river.
- Thanks.

The Cypriot fixer
with the packager from Holland.

- Do you know him?.
- Mm. I think we've got our landing site.

Suffolk. How lovely.
Fancy a trip to the seaside?. What is it?.

What's HE doing there?.
Do you recognize him at all?.

James, it's Zoe over in the Kremlin.
Can you do me a favor?.

I need a key word search on the Istanbul
phone tapes. The word is Osborne.

I've been deep for a few months,
doing an exposé on racism in British politics.

I stumbled on this Osborne thing.

It's a digital audio bug in here so no detection.

Download it onto a hard drive, burn a CD. Easy.

- What are you?. NCS?.
- As far as you're concerned, I don't exist.

This is major stuff. Osborne's funding Watson
to shove immigration to the front of the agenda.

Reception centers are overcrowded.

The problem hits critical mass,
the government will have to act.

Osborne sends guys in with cash

to pal up with local th*gs,
then beat crap out of asylum seekers.

- Cue the riots.
- Bill Watson grabs the political advantage.

He puts the gloss on, but he's moderate.
That's the gambit.

He's the one that makes it all seem
so reasonable. I've gotta go.

I want everything you've got.
Tapes, names, contacts, and copies.

No.

I'm done now, mate. I'm off tonight,
editing for the next few months.

What makes you think you'll have anything
to edit when you get home exactly?.

- What now?.
- We're breaking. Move to close.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- I got your message. What is it?.
- Do you mind if we go for a walk?.

Are we friends?.

I know what you're gonna say. I'll just say this.

Whatever lifestyle you lead, I'd never judge...

No, Claire, listen.

Robert hits you, doesn't he?.

Is it bad?.

You're the first person I've told.

- Have you ever thought of leaving?.
- What would I do?.

Come on. The life I've got now.
Sammy's starting school. Where would I go?.

I know someone who might be able to help.

- I think she's on her way.
- [TOM] Go home, pack. We're leaving.

Oh, Jesus H, it's you!

Sorry to be rude, but I'm meant
to be meeting someone here.

It's me.

- What's going on?.
- Do you know what your husband does?.

I have another job I'd like to tell you about.
I work for a government department.

We know your husband is trying
to start a race w*r in this country.

Before you do anything silly,
this was the only way we could contact you.

This was the only way we could know
that you'd be onside.

- What?. Are you arresting me?.
- No. We're not the police, Claire.

It's not about you, it's about Rob.

- What do you want?.
- I want to help you.

I want to get you sorted so you can leave Robert
and go anywhere you like with Sammy.

- How can I do that?.
- You can tell us what he's up to.

He ever tell you what he's planning?.
Dates, people?.

- Sometimes.
- Claire, if you could be our eyes and ears.

Your husband is trying to incite a w*r
on British soil, civil w*r.

And we need to stop him.

£600 a week in a bank account in your name.

You tell us everything you know
about your husband's activities.

- I need to go home. I need to think about it.
- No.

If you don't wanna help us, you'll never see me
again. You have five minutes. I'll be in the car.

Five minutes and one second, I'm leaving.

- Anywhere I like?.
- Anywhere.

- Full shipment, big check.
- What about the route?.

Seems kosher.
They've got their hands full up north.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Nick, I'm sh**ting off for a bit.

- Oh, really?. Why?.
- Can I borrow a pen?.

No?. Never mind. Oh, look, here's one.

- Who are you working for?.
- I don't understand.

You will.

It was taken in Paris a year ago. The Greek's
name is Bora. He routes refugees to Holland.

What's he doing in Paris
with a r*cist from Essex?.

- Osborne was in the army.
- For a short while. Corporal. Kicked out.

Shortly after his posting to Cyprus.

[HARRY] What's a r*cist doing
smuggling ill*gal immigrants into the UK?.

- Tom and Helen.
- Send them a message.

We're out of here.

In a manner of speaking.

It's 12.05.
We're five minutes late on Greensleeves.

We're gonna get through this, all right?.
Understand?.

[HELEN GASPS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yep?.

Soon as I can.

Get off him! You're k*lling him!

Hey, hey! Wait till they get here.

- When was the last call?.
- Midnight.

Could be 25 hours they've been gone.

- Where's Zoe?.
- With the Customs team on the Suffolk coast.

- Pull her back to Romford. Start a search.
- Not now.

- You must think I'm some kind of moron.
- I trusted you, you b*stard!

I trusted you.

We're fighting for you, you idiot.

- I don't know who you think...
- Shut up.

I know someone's been interested in me
for quite some time.

Her fault. The boyfriend line stood out a mile.

What do you want?.

MI5 penetration of all far-right groups.

Names of sources, their runners,
and the officers managing them.

- Is that who you think we are?.
- I don't think you understand.

You're used to dealing with the skinheads,
dropouts, lowlifes. We're officer class.

We've thought things through a bit more.
This country WILL change.

We bring the foreigners in, choke the asylum
system, shove immigration in people's faces!

We're on the edge of an abyss! I'm gonna
take this country back one street at a time!

So...names, sources, runners.
Everything you've got.

- Dear, oh, dear.
- [SCREAMS]

OK, OK, I'll give you a name!

Brian, for God's sake, tell him!

Tell him!

Cheap trick. Everyone used to laugh at us.

- Not anymore.
- No!

- Not any more!
- I'll give you what you want!

- [SCREAMS]
- No!

[SIZZLING]

[g*nsh*t]

I guess you'd better try again.

My kid's the same age as Sammy!

He might grow up in an all-white England.
He'll have me to thank.

k*ll him!

[CAN RATTLES]

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[MESSAGE REPEATED]

- [PHONE RINGS]
- Hello?.

- SOS. Greensleeves.
- Any idea of your orientation?.

It's all I can do to bloody stand!
I need a safe house!

Call box is Romford. Grid reference GML9185.

Safe house at GML9293.

- Get a team fanning out in a three-mile arc.
- I'll go.

- You'll stay put.
- [MOBILE PHONE RINGS]

Osborne ordered the crew
to throw the immigrants overboard.

- Tessa's viewing the live feed. Zoe's on her way.
- She's going after Tom and Helen.

- Pull her back.
- She's unstoppable.

[WAVES BEATING,
WOMEN AND CHILDREN SCREAMING]

[CHILD SCREAMING]

[BABY CRYING]

[CAR PULLS UP]

It's me.

Where's Helen?.

You know Derek from Millbank, of course.

- I want the Increment.
- Impossible.

They're special forces. They'll understand.

The SAS are assigned to us
for precisely this purpose.

One call, that's all it'll take.

We look after our own.
We've got the names, locations.

Extract Claire and the kid.
Erase Osborne and the rest from the planet.

- I understand how angry you must feel.
- YOU don't understand a thing.

I'm surprised you're not seeing the positives
in all this. This is a mess, but a merry mess.

Two people died. Osborne's on the rampage.
I say good, in a manner of speaking.

- He k*lled one of our own. We can stop him.
- Who said anything about stopping him?.

Now we know what he's up to,
despite the c*ck.

He's tainting the right
with every action he takes.

Pushing the right further right
and the left towards the center.

Meanwhile these reception centers
are a living nightmare.

A government position on immigration is now
possible that was unthinkable two years ago,

despite the fact that most of the Cabinet
were gagging for it.

Now we can venture a new bill
that brings the shutters down on undesirables

and make it look like we're practically
socialist, for God's sake, all thanks to you.

- Pardon me for being party political.
- You won't let us touch him.

Now, I didn't say that. And only until
the bill's been passed, obviously.

Then Special Branch can do your dirty work,
as per the hymn sheet. We're not total cynics.

- Oh, dear.
- You're a little shite. Have I ever told you that?.

You've implied it enough times.
Take a chill pill, Harry.

f*ck you, Derek. With bells on.

What a sh*thole.

Sorry.

You ask me to give you a lift home,
then you show me this.

Well, I'm sorry, but no way.

I can't leave you here.

Come and stay with me.

Come on, move in.

You're thinking about your lease!

Helen's dead two seconds! All you can think
about is your cash flow! You make me sick!

I'm sorry, Danny, I'm sorry!

Oh, God, what a thing to say!

Next. Thank you.

Matthew!

[TOM GASPS]

- You all right?.
- Long story. Not now.

I want you to come and live with me. I have
a big flat and...it's big and it has a garden.

And I want you and Maisie in my flat
and in my life as soon as possible.

Will you do that?.

Sweetness?.

Target has left.

Target in sight.

[CAR HORN]

[g*nsh*t]

Mrs Sykes.

Your flight will be boarding from Gate 29
in 40 minutes.

[PHONE RINGS]

- She'll be the first person...
- The lives of these people rest on you!

Secure the safe release of every hostage.

- What about Zoe?.
- Get back to base.

Your people got the wrong man.