03x03 - Who Guards the Guards?

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You are not acting
in the interests of this service!

In this matter,
I am the interests of this service!

- What's Adam Carter doing here?
- I've drafted him in.

- You know his reputation.
- Brilliant.

Carter won't help you stop the change
that's coming to this building.

What's your name?
Obviously give me a false name -

just one that I can think of.

ALARM

I don't really know
what we're doing here any more.

- Running an entrapment scam.
- That's immoral.

- What's the matter with you!
- I've woken up to this job, that's what!

This is your operation, Tom.
Why are you wrecking it?

After everything we've been through!
Please!

- I'm decommissioning you.
- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You are no longer an officer of the service.

And of course you realise
we'll never meet again.

Yeah.

Good luck in the real world.

You know this plant.

The more you try to rid the desert of it,
the more it spreads.

It has no known predator.

Early in '97, I was told that there
was a traitor in my organisation,

but by the time I uncovered him, it was
too late. He'd been... spirited away.

I assume you and the Americans
are still looking after him.

The witness protection scheme,
or whatever misnomer you give it.

This man is the price
of our co-operation.

That's not going to be possible.

Why on earth do you think
we would betray an old friend like that?

Because I'm your new friend,
and am now more important to you

than the old one.

HE SPEAKS IN URDU

..and the problem can be solved.

Cutting it fine.

So, what's our illustrious author
up to today?

Tea with a friend.

For someone with a fatwa hanging
over him, Zuli sure gets out a lot.

- Who's the friend?
- Harakat.

Bookseller. Checks out OK.

Isn't that a bit low status?
He usually hangs out with glitterati.

The Home Secretary's a big fan.

Oh, so that's why we're on this op.
With high-level protection.

Showing how much the government
disapproves of the fatwa.

One thing worries me.
The last thing we want

is to keep Zuli alive
long enough to inflict a new novel on us.

What do you think, Danny?

My Urdu's a little rusty.

Harakat thinks I should consider
renouncing what I wrote -

the fatwa would be lifted.

What about me?
What would I do then?

Go back to breaking into foreign
embassies or stitching up Greenpeace!

- Or whatever you were doing before.
- [If only you knew.]

It must be a loose connection.

Get down...!

Code red, code red! Zoe!

V12?

We're being hit!

- 'Code red. Can anyone hear me?'
- Go! Go, go, go!

'Zoe!'

Armed police! Stay down!

Episode 3
'Who Guards the Guards?'

Will, just give me a second
with Danny.

I'll see you outside.

Danny...

Danny?

It's me.

You should get some sleep.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to a wedding.

- Oh, you look great.
- Listen, I'll be back on Sunday.

Will you be OK?

Yeah.

Zoe, I've been thinking about Tom,

what he did...

He was right. You've got to seize the day.
I guess...

he thought he had to act...
get out while the going was good.

- You're not thinking about...
- No, no, not at all, it was just, you know,

how our job, what we go through,

can only really be understood
by someone who lives this life?

They have a particular
understanding of it...

No, it's more than that.

It's made me realise
we've been ignoring it -

pretending there's nothing going on.

- I'm with Will, Danny, you know that.
- Zoe...

Look, this weekend...
Just think about what you really want,

who you really want.

What are you doing?

Just checking to see
whether there's an ejector seat.

Oh, no. I just flick a switch down there
and - bang - you're toast.

I'd better behave myself then, hadn't I?

It's so much easier
than a long, drawn-out break-up -

all those wasted cinema tickets,
rows over dinner, broken promises...

One flick of a button,
out with the old, in with the new.

Talking of old,
have you and Danny ever had a thing?

Why do you ask?

You seem very careful,
attentive around him.

Like just now.

Ah. No. No.
Definitely not.

I think he thinks he'd like to, you know...

It's OK. It's something for me to deal with.
He's had a bad week.

It's fine if you don't want to tell me.

- What the hell happened?
- All comms went down.

- Zuli... Where's Zuli?
- Fine. Unhurt.

- Harakat?
- Superficial injuries. He's in hospital.

Best place for him - there's more police
than nurses in that place.

That wouldn't be hard!

Hey. Get the ballistics done first.

DANNY: That's not it.

- That's it.
- The short-stocked Scorpion?

No, it isn't. There's something missing.

The barrel had some sort of sil*ncer.
The sound was muffled.

- It had some sort of sil*ncer.
- I really don't think so.

I mean, I'll look into it, but...

Zuli's here.
Can we finish the weapon stuff later?

It's OK, we're through.

Who did it? You're asking me?

How long have you got?
Half the Muslim world wants me dead.

- Aren't you meant to be protecting me?
- We did.

You're here. We protected you.

Yes, it is our job and it was through
a heightened sense of threat to yourself

that we came on board. Whilst
we deeply regret what happened...

Look... I arrange tea with a friend,
and the friend ends up getting shot.

That's not
"full protective surveillance".

We might as well have just
gone to Starbucks on our own.

- Coffee.
- Danny...

Starbucks...
That would have been for coffee, not tea.

Anyhow,
we do appreciate your coming here...

Good. You'll be pleased to hear I've been
in touch with the Home Secretary.

Oh, Sam. Could you...

No need. I told the Home Secretary

that from now on
I'd organise my own protection.

I have some boys outside already -
ex-CIA.

Ex-CIA. I am impressed[!]

Oh, please, don't say he's got a point!

Over the river you guys
may do things differently, but here...

He's got a point...
And me, I'm here, not over there.

But if Harry changes his mind, you can
be the first to escort me across the river.

Danny, this isn't about you.
Your work was outstanding.

You saved Zuli's life, but you were
seriously compromised! We all were.

I mean, somebody knew exactly where
we were, how to get in, how to get away...

Right. Two things we need: who did it,
and what are they going to do next?

What happened then?

Danny?

- What happened?
- Um... I fired two more,

missed and tried to protect Zuli.

- And the g*nman?
- He was crouched and we exchanged fire.

Books were being shredded everywhere.
It was like it was all happening slowly...

Then, Harakat came straight
across at the g*nman here.

Yeah, and took the hit.

Brave man.

This is the crucial part. The g*nman
had a clear shot at Zuli here, and time...

Why didn't he at least
try and sh**t him?

Because I started firing at him.

But when he had the chance?

Ruth? I need some research done
on one of the people involved...

Zuli?

No, he's being covered.
Zoe and Danny will be on the hit man.

I want you to... to check out our friend.
The bookseller Harakat.

It's useful to look at an operation
from a less obvious viewpoint.

You know, cover all the bases.

Harry tells me
you're the soul of discretion.

Did he? Well...

- I try...
- Good. Thought so.

Oh, and Tom...

Sorry...

God... So sorry...

Adam... I assume that means

you don't want me to distribute
my research to the rest of the office?

That's right... Ruth.

I'd also prefer it if it came to me,
Adam, rather than Tom.

Yes, yes, of course, Adam. Adam.

That's fine. Just do as he says.

I brought Adam in
to resolve the Tom problem...

And now you intend to keep him on?

I haven't decided. But whatever I decide,
whoever joins the team,

I still very much see you
as one of the senior pros...

To use an old cricket expression.

And Adam's what? Our... new captain?

I don't know. I only know
that I want someone from outside.

So all that makes someone like Malcolm,
what, head groundsman?

I think we can probably
take the analogy too far, don't you?

Right.

Harakat's application for citizenship?

That he wrote out
when he applied for immigration.

What of it?
Give me the highlights.

Well, it reads to me like...

like a not very good legend...

Something an MI6 case officer
would make up.

It seems too real to be a real life,
if you know what I mean... Adam.

Thank you... Ruth.

I shall look into it.

Danny. I want you
to arrange protection for Harakat.

- The bookseller?
- He's a witness.

He may have seen the guy,
know something.

Shouldn't I get on to Special Branch?

No, I want you to do this.
Spend some time with him. Listen to him.

- OK.
- Cheers.

You were very brave.

I went for him before he got you, that's all.

You saw it, you were there.

If I think about it, you know what it was?

It's the moment
you spend your whole life trying to avoid.

The man on the bridge about to jump,
the lunatic with a knife...

I tell you, if I'd had anywhere to run,
I would have been the first one out.

- And I would've been close behind.
- That's where you're wrong.

The world is divided
with two types of people:

people like you, who look for trouble,

and sensible people who try to avoid it.

In a moment of insanity, I stepped
over the line, and look what happened.

I should have stuck to my books.

Well, Zuli and I
are still around because of you.

Why do they think I need protection?

I guess because you saw the hit man
and he may come after you.

Someone's heard some chatter
on the wire somewhere.

You saw him, too.

Maybe I need protection as well.

But who guards the guards?

I think they expect us
to be able to look after ourselves.

I'm happy to go and ask Mace,

but we must remember that one swallow
does not make a summer and all that.

I hate to put this on your shoulders, but...

Let me talk to him.

Why should I be interested
in this man's immigration application?

Does it now say Visas and Passports
on my door?

Actually, it says Department
of Livestock and Freshwater Fish.

Don't be facetious, Harry.

Oliver, this is the man who was hit

when someone took a pop
at our esteemed novelist Zuli.

So what? Wrong time, wrong place.

To me this application looks like
something written by an analyst.

One of those spotty MI6 mutants
they keep in the dungeons

at Vauxhall Bridge Road, beside
where C grows his magic mushrooms.

We may not be able to see the massed,
red-coated ranks of England's finest

piling across the field of Waterloo, but to
all intents and purposes, we are at w*r...

And you're asking me to check up
on whether 20 years ago,

some Mr Harakat really was a trainee
shelf-stacker at the Karachi Pic 'n' Mix?

I'll keep it simple -
you oversee both Five and Six.

Is there anything
you are not sharing about Harakat?

Of course not.

Harry, we're on the same side.

Don't you think that instead of pursuing
this childish inter-agency rivalry,

you should concentrate on trying
to plug the gaps in your own security?

Meaning what?

As I hear it,
the reason this poor chap got shot

was that half of London
knew Zuli's schedule.

So there's nothing that
you're not telling me about Harakat?

My role is no longer operational.
I just oversee.

Precisely.
Everything goes across your desk.

Anyone running operations
within the UK without informing MI5

is playing a dangerous
and foolish game.

Which is why I explicitly forbid it.

The forensic boys
found this under our wagon.

It's a jamming device that can be
triggered up to 500 metres away.

- It's what brought down the comms.
- Thanks, Malcolm.

And there's a list of everybody
that had access to Zuli's schedule.

MI6, Home Office, No 10, Cabinet Office

and most of the rest of Whitehall,
by the looks of it.

And a ton of security camera footage
from the bookshop.

My guess is that the hit man checked out
the bookshop at some point before.

Just on the Iranians now.

I cross-referenced footage from
the bookshop with all known hit men.

Three more Middle Eastern embassies
left and...

And then I'm left
with assorted mercenaries and nutcases.

Well, you might get lucky.

Check this out.
The Syrian security advisor. No match.

Nonetheless, I do think we ought to put
him under round-the-clock surveillance.

What do you think?
You can have night duty.

Malcolm, what do you think
about Mr Handsome over here?

- He's OK.
- OK?

- That is more than OK. That's like...
- The business?

I'd say it depends what you think
makes a man attractive to women.

Well, somebody that looks like that
and someone that makes me laugh...

- Oh...
- No, no, Zoe's right.

I'm too serious. I should lighten up.

Maybe you could help me.
I could practise jokes, stuff like that.

Mm. Ruth?

She'd love to, Malcolm.

Go on, then, Malcolm.
Try your joke out.

See if that brings us any luck.

OK. Right. Um...

Man walks into a doctor's surgery.

"Doctor, I've a cricket ball
stuck up my bum."

Doctor says "Howzat?"
Bloke says "Don't you start."

In some ways, Malcolm, I don't think
I'm the best person for you on this.

There's one about two ants
and an elephant...

Wait. There it is.

Finally, that's it. That's a match.

- Someone up there must like your joke.
- Outstanding!

This is our main hit man suspect.

His name is Sharaf Al-Youm.

He came through Heathrow
on a tourist visa a few weeks ago.

These were taken
a week before the sh**ting.

- Taken where?
- On the CCTV in the bookstore.

Who is he and why's he on our database?

He's a big-time hit man,
with no allegiance that we know of

to any groups or countries
he's worked for.

Bosnia '96, where he spent
his summer k*lling Serbs.

Algiers. Apparently,
the regime was strapped for cash,

so they paid him
with a military helicopter.

Land it in the garden -
neighbours know you mean business.

So he's a hired assassin.
Chances are he'll try again.

We need to find this man
and who he's working for.

Will's asked me to go
to a wedding with him.

- When?
- This weekend.

- Whose?
- His best friend from college.

That's great!

Yeah, but it's... It's the first thing
we've done in public together.

- So are you going to get him vetted?
- He already has been.

It's a shame the service has to be first to
know when we're serious about someone.

Especially before they do!

- So, was anybody following us?
- For a while, but we lost them.

I didn't see you looking.

You wouldn't, would you?
That's the point.

There's a lot about this
I don't understand.

It just becomes instinctive after a while.

There are some things
you can do to make sure.

- Like going twice around a roundabout?
- That's more 'Starsky and Hutch'.

No... that's what we just did.

No, that's cos you don't know
how to read a map.

So sometimes the lie is just me
pretending to be somebody else.

- Like the insurance thing.
- Yeah.

It's OK. You can tell me.

You've really got to promise not
to tell anyone about these conversations.

Promise.

OK.

I have four or five full other identities.

Now, the initials of the other names
are usually the same as our own.

It just makes it
a bit easier to remember.

They've got different backgrounds,
jobs, addresses...

- And people who work and live there...
- Will vouch for me as that person.

So, say I'm going undercover
as, I don't know...

Zoe Reynolds. Er... Zelda Ringbinder...
the notorious drug thief.

OK, and the Medellin Cartel
will send someone to check Zelda out.

So somebody answers that phone
or answers that door

and says yes, she lives here,
but she's not here now.

And I have credit cards, post, a passport
in that name, at that address.

A whole past.

Do you ever forget
who you're meant to be, Zelda?

Oh, all the time.

CHURCH BELLS RING

- Ruth, where's Adam?
- Had to dash out.

Anniversary present for his wife.

- PHONE RINGS
- Yeah.

- Go on.
- We just had a tip-off from immigration.

Al-Youm. The hit man - he's back
in the UK. Just got off the Eurostar.

He could be back to try again.

OK. Well, let's be ready
for him then.

OK, our hit man came out of Waterloo,
took the tube to Shepherd's Bush

and he's just picked up a car
that was parked on a W12 back street.

He's heading into town along
the Westway. I've got a tail on him.

- Deliberate decoy route.
- Must be.

- Hope he's paid his congestion charge.
- Or Ken will be cross.

Oh... Sorry, Ruth. That's mine.

Fine. Good. Of course it is.

Stand by next car.

Next car's ready for rotation
in five minutes.

Great.

OK. Stay with him.

'Affirmative.'

Where are you going?

'Looks like our hit man's
arrived at his destination.'

Sam, message Danny and tell him
I want him to get Harakat to a safehouse,

and stay there.

Thanks, Danny.

I appreciate the help.

- So where are we going?
- A safehouse.

Where we can keep an eye on you.

Will it be you?

Some of the time.
I'll be doing shifts. You know.

So I go home when?

Truthfully?

Danny, you work for British Intelligence.
That's the last thing I expect.

Ah, you sound like Zuli now.

What is it that is written
at CIA headquarters -

isn't there a motto?

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

So then...

when do you set me free?

Well...

So this isn't going
to be over soon, is it?

Will you do something for me?

Sure.

If I give you a list of books,
could you please collect it from my shop?

OK.

And if you fancy something,
you can have it.

Thanks - I think there are probably
rules about no freebies.

There are about most things.

Al-Youm took a circuitous route to East
London, checking no-one was on him.

- Any blips?
- None.

We put surveillance and a technical team
on. House opposite would be perfect.

Get whoever's in there out.

"Holiday in the Sun"
competition usually works, Sam.

This'll make Malcolm's day.

What postcode are we talking about?

E8.

When will someone give me an NW3?

So much more interesting.

E8... Costa Blanca sounds right.

Maybe... Benidorm.

Malcolm, has anybody ever told you
you're a dreadful snob?

Am I right in thinking, Mrs Barnes,

that you brought garden furniture
with your Visa card in April?

A bench, right...

That purchase automatically
entered you into our free draw!

Well, I have some wonderful news!
Get your suitcases and get packing.

If you need me to get some more books,
it can easily be arranged.

No, I've got all I need, thanks.

But I tell you what
I'm really itching to do,

and that's to go outside.

That, I'm afraid,
isn't so easy to pull off.

So they think I'm still under threat?

Yeah. Possibly.

It's not my favourite feeling.

You sound like
you've experienced it before.

Thanks.

Still nothing?

Nothing.

Harry got nowhere with Oliver Mace.

Sometimes this happens.

You get these lulls.

Doesn't make it any easier.

I mean, look at this. This is all the
surveillance footage since he arrived.

What's he waiting for?

If there's anything more you need me
to do, you just have to ask.

Danny...

I've got this for you.

I'm sorry for what Zuli said
in that meeting,

but he was certainly
not speaking on my behalf.

And gratitude is not one of his things.

Clearly.

Please open it. If you don't like it,
you can give it back to me or just sell it.


How did you know?

I saw you notice them in my shop.

- And I knew that...
- You like cricket?

I don't like it...

I just love it.

I used to play a lot in Islamabad,
but I'm not in demand any more...

so I just watch it, when I can.
And collect Wisdens. I have the full set.

The only one I don't have is...

- 1884?
- Exactly.

The one that contains
the obituary of John Wisden.

Aristotle famously referred
to "what of life" and "how of life",

and I learned both these things
while... playing cricket.

Thanks.

I've a friend on the ground staff at Lords.
I could organise a private tour for us.

That'd be wonderful!

Is there something about you
I should know?

What all this history teaches me
is that man learns nothing from his past.

He just repeats it.

Thank you, Sam.

But where did it come from?

It was delivered
to Harry anonymously.

Mohammed Khordad -

leader of the Pakistani t*rror1st group
the Path of Light.

Originated in Kashmir,

but have now extended their operations
to include South East Asia -

certainly one of the most vicious
and bloody groups we've dealt with.

Taken from an American spy plane.

Probably a Predator from
about 25,000ft over the Middle East.

Even from that height, the cameras
can read the letters on a Coke can.

What is the point of it being able to do
all this if you can't see the result?

We need to find out
who Khordad's talking to.

The American Embassy has
an image enhancer. We'll go there.

This software is state of the art.
It maps the contours of the skull

and then creates an image of the face.

- Oliver Mace!
- With Muhammed Khordad.

Doubt they're forming a book group.
With Mace, you never can tell.

My guess is it's some sort of deal.

- How about two swallows, Harry?
- What are you talking about?

Do you think two swallows
could make a summer?

Anything you can bring to the table
would be more than welcome.

Like what are they talking about?

So they know
about my little chat with Khordad?

Any idea how
they got hold of the picture?

You're probably right.

These days most people's idea of a secret

is something you're only allowed
to tell one person at a time.

I want to know who's talking.

Tell Six to put a team of watchers
on Harry Pearce's lot.

And keep me fully informed.

The source behind the photo -
she's willing to talk.

A deep throat?

It's not a term I care for much, but yes.

You'll understand she's not someone
I can be seen anywhere near,

but here's when and where
you can meet her.

None of it's negotiable, I'm afraid.

She's taking a tremendous risk
in helping us.

- If she's identified or even suspected...
- Who is it?

Let's just say
she's a very senior government official.

Don't let me down on this, Adam.

Because afterwards I think we should
talk about the future. You and MI5.

This is our chance
to get a world exclusive

on what went on between
Mace and Khordad at the West Bank,

and maybe there's
a connection to Al-Youm.

The contact who donated the photo
has agreed to a rendezvous.

They're the only person
who knows what's discussed

and whether there's a link
to events at the bookstore.

No-one can know
this person has spoken to me.

They're taking a massive risk,
so if I'm followed,

we must know who's following me,
and we lose them.

Category A counter-surveillance.
Zoe, run the route for me.

If we get this right,
we'll nail this once and for all.

Danny, I know our hit man
still hasn't moved an inch, but...

Understood.
Harakat. CQP. Day shift.

Before we start, there's something
about Tom that I want to get straight.

He was an outstanding case officer,

who, with all of you,
established a great team.

This is no disservice to him,
because his record stands for itself,

but I need you to forget
about what's happened.

I need you on my side.

OK, before the bridge,
the sign is where?

The... Festival Pier.

This'll do.

OK, watch Adam carefully.
He's one of the best.

He made his name with this stuff
in the Middle East.

Get it wrong there and you end up
on a meat hook in the Bekaa Valley.

He's just Adam in a suit on his way
to a business meeting in the city.

He's not yet working a cover.

- Are you all clear, Mike?
- 'Clear.'

Good.

'Ready in position.'

- 'In position now.'
- Passing check point one...'

'Mr Ohnia.'

This footage is our control.

Logging all cars going through it
five minutes before and after.

OK.

Blue Mondeo, reg number P506 LLM...

The crossword's been started, telling
him so far he's not been followed.

We've got four hours left
to keep him clear before the meeting.

So they're using Adam, are they?
Well, he is good.

With luck, he'll take us
straight to whoever's talking.

Excellent.

Where now?

Or is that "need to know"?

You'll just have to close your eyes
and count to ten.

Right, ready to go to Phase Two.
His next cutout.

Adam Carter...
Where are you off to?

That's him.

Oh, Adam, don't you have another hat?

- Now move in the watchers.
- Move Five. Move Six.

Move Seven, Eight... Nine...

- That's right, Adam, all the way home!
- Nothing. No matches.

At this point
there's either no-one following him

or so many
that they're not yet rotating.

So force the issue.
Go to a chokepoint.

He can take the Millennium Footbridge.
Tell him.

- Move Seven and Eight?
- Absolutely.

OK, it looks like he's clear.
The other bridges? Surrounding roads?

- There's a number plate match.
- Where?

It might be nothing.
Where did we first see it?

On the Embankment. By the Obelisk.

People like that
don't travel in cars together.

Get the teams on the ground
to follow our two friends.

OK, they must have a very big team if this
is the first repeat in two hours. It's MI6.

They're the only ones
with this much manpower.

Ruth, tell him we think
it's his old friends over at Six.

He probably trained those guys.

OK. Ready for phase three,
his next cut-out.

We're running out of ideas.
They're all over us.

Less than three hours.
It's nothing. Tell Adam to abort?

No. It's today or we lose the source.
Where's the next contact point?

Last stop - Eva.

It'll be the secretary.
She'll have told him someone's on him.

Are we missing anything?

Wait! Go back.

Here!

Oh, very good, Adam.

- He's heading down to... the Jubilee Line.
- Good.

Move Eight into position.

- Keep them closed.
- There'll be complaints, you know, sir.

Oh, you'll think of something.
Say they were the wrong sort of doors.

'Due to an earlier incident in the station,

passengers will not be able
to alight this train.'

'We apologise for any inconvenience.'

Thank you.

I'm sorry, we've lost him, sir.

Damn you, Harry.

What did you just put in the bin?

A jammer.

All the signals are jammed.
He must have got there.

Thanks, Sam.

CROWD ROARS

So, what's the deal in the picture?

Primarily it's the result
of pressure from the multinationals

with mining interests in that country. The
t*rror1st Khordad is a much-feared man.

With him on their side,
they'll get what they want.

And what do we give Khordad in return?
What's our part?

- Harakat.
- What do you mean?

You don't know who he is?

- My friend left us these.
- Ahh!

Shall we?

Ayman Harakat
has not always been a bookseller.

He came to the UK
about five years ago from Pakistan

where he worked for Khordad
and the Path of Light

as their top engineer.

Until...?

Something happened -
he got caught out, they turned him.

It took a while
for his conscience to kick in,

but eventually he became
a double agent for MI6.

Anyhow, after a year of running him,

it got too hot, so they exiled him
and relocated him here.

A few years later, and it's all change.

Our government, in its infinite wisdom,

decides that it now needs
the previously unspeakable Khordad

as their new best friend.
From t*rror1st to ally.

The fact that Harakat knows the novelist
Zuli makes it even more perfect -

a meeting could be arranged, the hit
could happen and it could all be made

to look like a botched attempt
to k*ll the novelist.

And after the hit failed?

They went back to Khordad
to try to get a new deal.

But they didn't manage it.

He simply threatened
to go over to the French.

They're going to try
and hit Harakat again?

As they see it,
they've got no choice.

- Same g*nman, Al-Youm?
- No.

No. He's now the decoy.
It'll be someone else.

I don't know who, and don't know where,
but it'll be soon.

The reason I'm here...
The reason I passed on the photograph

is that I disapprove of what's going on.

This is being done more for
the corporations than for anyone else.

Their hold over our foreign policy
grows by the hour.

It's not something I approve of.

Tails.

- Tails.
- Your field.

PHONE RINGS

- Zoe, I was right! Harakat is the target.
- Stay on the line.

Malcolm, warn Danny,
Harakat's the target.

I'll check his itinerary.

- OK.
- Al-Youm is a decoy!

They're using another hit man.

Danny, I have something
very important to tell you.

But after this.

Everything can wait for cricket.

Adam. OK, there's a problem.

Danny said he was going
to the safehouse, but via Lords.

It's in his itinerary. They must
still be there, but his phone's off.

Get somebody! A groundsman,
anyone, I don't care!

Picture the scene - the ground's full, you
need four for your 100 and to win the test.

Right arm over.

OK.

I can't get through to Danny or Lords.

The lines are still down.

- I can't bear to watch this.
- His phone's been jammed.

We've got five units on their way.

There's Adam.

There's the car there.

DANNY!

INAUDIBLE

Do you think if Tom had been here,
things would have been different?

- And Harakat might still be...?
- No.

No, nobody could have foreseen this.

You're probably right.

You know what, Danny?

Everything's going to be all right.

Yeah. Whatever happens,
there'll still be you and me.

Do you know how Harakat behaved
when he worked for them?

Before he got a conscience
and came to us?

I was in Karachi at the time.

- It wasn't pleasant.
- Not much there was.

We had taken on a responsibility
to protect Harakat. We made a deal.

If we so disapproved of him, then
you shouldn't have been in business.

His deal was superseded by another.

We gave Khordad our word as well.

Just wait and see.

Who's to say that Harakat's life
isn't worth all the lives

that will be saved by befriending
the new, improved Khordad?

If you're asking me...

is there at present anything
we shouldn't do to achieve our ends,

then frankly, I don't know.

Post 9-1 1 , we made a decision that
nothing, nobody, was off limits any more.

Look around
at what's been happening since Iraq.

We're up against it. We can't
say any more, "This we do not do."

In the long term,

it will be proved right as the strategy.

Whose "long term" are we talking about?

Before you get
on your hobby-horse, Harry,

do you think we did this alone,
without help from Langley?

And that justifies it?!

Part of the reason for all this

is most Americans think
anything east of the Hudson

is like those blank spaces
on medieval maps,

where they drew in a monster
and wrote "Here Be Dragons".

Do you believe Khordad will stay
with us?! Keep his promises?

As I was leaving, we were getting
reports of explosions in Peshawar.

It looks like them, and this
is with the ink barely dry on the deal!

That could have been anybody.

If you people continue like this

there won't be any long term for any of us,
not that I can see.

Oh, Harry, Six would quite like
to get Adam Carter back.

- Isn't the loan period up?
- No.

It's over when I say. I'm thinking
of making it more permanent.

But they're right about one thing, though.
He is rather good.

Thanks for stopping the tube for me.

I want you to keep working with us,
Adam...

I'll try and make sure it's not too often
against your old crowd.

Yeah, well, you'd have thought
there were enough enemies in the world

without creating our own.

There are two spooks that are hiding out
in the woods, one MI5, one MI6.

After a while they realise they're being
chased by a bear, so they start to run.

After a bit, the MI5 guy stops, takes off
his boots, and puts on his running shoes.

The MI6 guy goes, "What are you doing?
You think you can outrun a bear?"

- To which our guy replies, "No..."
- "But I can outrun you."

I told you I was no good at jokes.

Now you'll tell me that that story
was true, and that was you?

It's the government's policy
not to comment on intelligence issues.

I wouldn't know about that,
but you're with me now,

and what happens at other times
is just that.

Bear or no bear.

I know that now. After today.

"When my love swears
that she is made of truth...

"I do believe her
though I know she lies...

"Therefore I lie with her,
and she with me...

"And in our faults by lies
we flattered be."

Shakespeare, sonnet 34.
Well, it's an MI5 favourite.

You're a know-all.

You know what, Will?
With you I'll always tell the truth,

just so long as you promise
to always laugh in the right places.

- She's the agent.
- I'm not an Israeli spy.

Catherine's my daughter.

So, what made you
need to meet me so urgently?

- You support these t*rrorists.
- He doesn't want peace!

Some lunatics have just kidnapped
the UN's Chief Negotiator.

A word of advice - this is far too big
for a middle-ranking spook.

It can't be her. You don't know her, Adam.

At the moment
you're the biggest danger to her.

Stay with me.

No!

You can't touch me.