05x06 - Hostage Takers (Part 1)

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Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth, I think there is.

Harry, you're covering for someone. Ruth is the person
we should be looking for. You admitted to m*rder!

Tell me a better solution if you
can, cos I'll tell you how I see it.

Harry goes, and
what happens to MI5?

Goodbye, Harry.

Goodbye, Ruth.

Selling nuclear power
to an Arab state.

A lot of people are going to be against
this, including our cousins in Tel Aviv.

We've had a lot of pretty heated
debates about it in Cabinet.

I can imagine. It
was worse, believe me.

But the Prime Minister's
determined to make it happen.

What about the public? We managed to
sell them a w*r based on a fairy tale.

Half a million of them
marched against it.

It didn't change a thing. At least
this will actually be for their benefit.

People can be surprisingly open-minded when it
comes to making sure their cars don't run dry.

Still. I wouldn't want to be in your
shoes once you announce the deal.

We're trying to guarantee the economic stability
of a whole new generation. It's worth a fight.

Well, if you insist on sticking
with this "democracy" concept.

Without a credible opposition, I think
we've got the best of both worlds, don't you?

Thank you, Daniel.

Both our countries
will be stronger for it.

From your lips to God's
ears, Mr Ambassador.

'Thank you, Daniel. Both our
countries will be stronger for it.

'From your lips to God's
ears, Mr Ambassador.'

Intruders, intruders on pier six. !

Please help me! Stop, please, stop!

ALARM SOUNDS

PHONE RINGS

I'm on my way in.

Daddy.

What are you doing up? Go on.

Go back to bed. Go
on. There's a good boy.

Be up in a minute. Thanks, Jenny.

Another software emergency?
Yeah, system's down again.

I can't do this any longer.

What, what are you
talking about? You.

I mean, come on, Adam. I'm not
stupid. "Software specialist"?

There isn't a programming
book in the house,

you only have one laptop and none of the
toys I'd expect a real computer geek to have.

You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming
like a man on fire. You leave at the drop of a hat.

And the worst part of it is how you keep Wes at
bay when all he wants is to be with you. Jenny. . .

I don't know what the hell you're
involved in and I don't want to know.

Part of me wants to call Social Services, for
Wes's sake, but then I see that when you are around,

you're a great dad.
When you're around.

Jenny, everything's fine. Enough, Adam
- enough lies.

Look, there really is an emergency,
and I really do have to go.

We can talk about this when I get back
- you won't have called Social Services by then, will you?

BLEEP

. .You know where to find me. Preliminary
feedback from the crime squad boys isn't good.

The inside of the containers are a mess. Food, water
bottles, what you'd expect. Nothing significant yet.

Make sure Forensics let us know
the minute they've got something.

Anything from the roadblocks? Yeah, the
police have mobilized everyone they can,

but there are too many roads to cover, given the
amount of time that's passed. . .I'm still here.

GCHQ is going through all the recent chatter to see
if the name of the port of entry or the ship comes up.

What about the watch list?
I'm just getting it updated.

I'll have it to you in ten minutes.

Can I help you with something, or are you
having some kind of mystical revelation?

Well, an update would be welcome.

Well, since the last time you asked,
which was all of seven minutes ago,

we're still running the faces
through facial recognition.

They were wearing hats. Well,
that is unusual in a dockyard.

Well, that explains it.

We're working on some filtering tweaks
to try and see their faces more clearly.

We've got them on bloody tape! And this is
before they blow themselves up, for once.

So can we please try and do something
with that little stroke of luck?

It only happened three hours ago.
We've got them on bloody tape.

Tell me something uplifting. The
best I can do right now is bleak.

Do your worst. I've spoken to a
couple of mates in Special Ops.

They confirm what we've been
thinking. These men are trained.

Military.

Add to that the fact that the container
they were in was taken on board in Casablanca

and booked by a shipping
company in Beirut.

Well, they weren't sneaked
in here to pick c*ck.

What about the weapons they used?

The guard was hit four times.

Automatic p*stol, 9mm.

He didn't even flinch.

Juliet.

Great to see you back. You look
really well. Oh, for God's sake, Harry.

You haven't been this nice to me since you tried
to seduce me. Tried? I don't need your pity.

Well, in that case, the entire
security service is on high alert,

and I do not have time to baby-sit a
few Saudis just because they're. . .

Harry, this is not a request. I'm not saying "please"
- you know your orders. Get on with them.

Six are sending Neil Sternin over,
he's been running with this in Saudi.

Try not to make him
feel too uncomfortable.

I'll make sure he gets a corner office
and book him a foot massage, shall I?

It's good to see you.

We're going to sell nuclear
plants to the Saudis?

The Saudis have oil right now, but it'll run out and
they're desperate for an alternative energy source.

You're forgetting one small detail
- we're talking about Saudi Arabia here.

It's hardly the most
stable place on the planet.

What if Bin Laden's merry men decide to overthrow
the royal family after we give them the plutonium?

He's been pretty vocal about
it being his main aim in life.

The plants will be built in
the desert far from cities

and they'll have fail-safes
guarded by the British Army.

Oh, well that solves everything
because if the regime is overthrown,

Her Majesty's Fusiliers
will make a real difference.

I can't imagine the Israelis
will be too thrilled either.

The main points of the
deal are already in place.

These four Saudi princes are flying
in tomorrow to sort out the fine print.

What does that have to do with us?
Let Special Branch look after them.

Six think one of them might be providing
information and funding to Al-Qaeda.

They've been able to trace payments made to the
t*rrorists back to accounts linked to one of these four.

They're just unable to pinpoint which
one of them is involved. Perfect[!]

Why don't we just FedEx a couple of nukes over
to Tora Bora and save ourselves years of hassle?

They're here for 48 hours. The Foreign Office need
to know who the sympathizer is as soon as possible.

We need to close this deal
before anyone else does.

I don't see why you're so against it. It'll
help show commitment to the Arab world.

Show we support our
friends out there.

Our "friends" are unelected dictators who
are hanging onto power by their fingernails.

You'd rather sell nuclear plants to Hamas?
Sooner or later, the royal family's going to fall.

Why do you think they've
been buying up half of Beirut?

The very fact that they want to be our allies
means it's almost impossible for them to survive.

We can't throw in the towel and not
support them as long as they're in power!

So you won't mind taking
care of this then. What?

We've got six t*rrorists on the loose, remember?
What makes you think I'd rather deal with this?

One of us has to deal with this, and having suicidal
whackos running around should be top priority.

Adam.

Neil.

Do you two need a few minutes?

No. We're all sorted. No,
we are not "all sorted".

Have you met Ros Myers? Hi.
Harry's brought us up to speed.

I'm sorry we don't have more to go with. It's
getting harder for us to operate in the desert.

The Americans aren't too keen on us
snooping on their coveted friends.

We'll do better with a home
advantage. I'm sure you will.

Their being here is an opportunity
for us to get a closer look at them,

without worrying about our CIA big brothers, but
they're only here for two days to secure the deal.

Now, if we can gain access
to their phones and laptops,

we can plant some trackers,
maybe open some back doors.

What are our options?

Very limited. We've been able to get
hold of their schedule. It's pretty solid.

Meetings with the Foreign Office, the PM, a visit
to two nuclear plants, formal dinners every night,

plus they're hosting a reception at
the Saudi Trade Centre on Friday night.

Doesn't leave us much
room for manoeuvre.

They're being very
well looked after.

They still like to party,
don't they? Absolutely.

I don't need to remind you two
that we need to tread carefully.

We don't want a diplomatic melt-down
on our hands. No pun intended.

I think, I'm going to
need a few new outfits.

How long's it been? Three years?

Five. It was Beirut. Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry about Fiona.

Despite our differences,
she was very special.

Thanks.

How you getting on with Ros?

She's all set to get in there and find our man.
Just so we can sell nuclear technology to the Arabs.

How insane can you get?

But then, you're
probably OK with that.

Actually, I'm not too
keen on the idea either.

What? You, the great Arab
apologist, changing his tune?

Of course. Now you've seen first hand
what these savages are capable of.

It has nothing to do with
Fiona's death. Doesn't it?

Look, just because I don't want an unstable
regime getting their hands on nuclear technology,

doesn't mean I'm as big a fan
of Israeli policy as you are.

And what do you think our policy
would be if we had July 7s every week?

Harry, I need back-up. The
princes are only here for two days.

I'm sorry, Ros, I really can't spare anyone and all
the other sections are also using up anyone available.

The t*rrorists have to be our number-one priority.
You'll just have to do what you can. Shall we?

Aaah! What a beauty!

Russian.

Circa late
-'70s. See that?

It's a motion sensor.

Saves battery. It's one of the
few missing from my collection.

You're in heaven,
aren't you, Malcolm?

Well, look at them.
Marvels of craftsmanship.

Minuscule testimony to the
boundless ingenuity of man.

OK, you're scaring me now.

Oh, well. Out with the old. . .

. .in with the new.

There he is. His name's Firaz Ali.

How long has he been on the
t*rror1st watch list? Three years.

When was he turned? After
July 7 he couldn't cope.

He came to us. Let me handle this. I'm breaking
with our usual meeting routine. It'll spook him.

sh*t!

We need to talk, Firaz.

You're not supposed to come here. We've got
nothing to talk about. Hey, listen to me.

Listen, I just want to talk to you, that's
all. I haven't done anything, all right?

I'm not saying you have.
I just need to talk to you.

We need your help. Is
there someone we can talk?

I can't help you. I don't know
anything, all right? They'll k*ll me.

These people aren't stupid. They know
you've got people grassing on them.

I've risked my life for you before
- I'm not doing it again.

This is important.
I can't, I'm not. . .

Last night, six men were caught
coming into the country illegally.

And? I want to know what they're planning
and when they're planning on doing it.

Ask around. Talk to
your little friends.

But get me something. If anything
goes off, anything at all,

we've got block bookings to a new place that
makes Guantanamo look like Spearmint Rhino.

Adam, what the hell
is wrong with you? !

I don't know. Sometimes it just
feels like we're wasting our time.

PHONE RINGS

Joe. I've just got a lead
from customs in Folkestone.

The manifest of
the ship's container

was deleted from the harbour master's
computer and there's no paper copy.

The name of the officer on duty last night was Renko Prosnik
- he's got a gambling problem.

Can you get me Prosnik's address?

It's on its way to
your handset now.

BLEEP

BLEEP

Got it. Thanks. We're
splitting up. . .Go on.

I know where it is.

OK, I'll see you then.

MUFFLED g*nshots

Jo, have you got a description
of Prosnik? Yeah, here we go.

OK, he's white, five foot seven.

Early 50s, balding.

I've got a suspect coming out of his
house, heading towards Cheapstead Road.

I'm going after him. Get back-up
to check out Prosnik's house.

Ah!

Agh-hhh!

SIREN BLARES

Oh, no.

Is everything all right?
My system's frozen.

Have you tried running a re-draft
protocol? It won't let me.

It's completely jammed.
What were you running?

Um, the face recognition
with beta update.

It's probably overloaded the system.
You might have to do a total reboot.

Oh, if I do that, I'll have to
run the program from the beginning.

Let me try something.
May I? Please!

This could take a few minutes.

Knock yourself out. I'll get
myself a coffee. Do you want one?

Only if it's from the canteen.
That muck is pure poison.

You're being generous.

What are you doing? Just making sure none of
the other programs were corrupting the system.

The recognition software was the only
program running. Yes, I know that,

but I had to make sure the other programs were
shutting down correctly to isolate the problem.

I think I better get this checked
out properly. Don't do that.

Why? Why not?

Sally, you've only been
here a short while, right?

So? And you were brought in after
the whole Ruth Evershed affair.

Yes. Why?

What I'm about to tell you
falls under your secrecy oath.

You're not to discuss this
with anyone. Are we clear?

What are you talking about? Are we
clear? Yes, we're clear, but. . .

I'm working for the
Attorney General.

We're running an
internal investigation.

What? !

Found any matches yet?

No. Nothing yet.

All right.

Who are you investigating?

Harry Pierce and Adam Carter and their links
to Ruth Evershed and the Cotterden scandal.

I need you to keep
quiet about this, Sally.

We'll talk later.

Thanks for the coffee.

Is this your legend? Yeah.

Amanda Lowery. Hotel's
guest services supremo.

The girl that usually looks after
them is visiting her sick mother.

Let me guess. In Dorset?
No, Sydney, actually.

We couldn't get her
on a plane fast enough.

She gets them everything they
need. And I do mean everything.

So who should we start
with, then? These two.

Prince Wissam, one of
the king's favourites.

Shrewd investor, tough negotiator, but a
bit of a mystery as to where his heart lies.

And Prince Khaldoon.

Rumoured to have the old man's ear.

Openly enjoys the trappings
of the Western world,

but resents the West over
its treatment of Palestinians.

Well, I don't remember the
Saudis ever helping them.

That's an argument Bin Laden
uses to demonise the royal family.

Good luck.

The ultimate hands-free kit.

Two-way communication.

We can hear you perfectly, without ambient
interference, through the microphone

built into this stunning
four carat cubic zirconia.

Every girl's dream.

It works in conjunction with
a one millimetre microchip

in a saline solution - like
a bone-anchored hearing aid.

I'll insert it next to the mastoid bone, the
part of your skull directly behind your ear.

Malcolm, I hate needles. Be brave.

The sound vibrations pass
directly to the cochlea,

bypassing the middle and outer ear.

You'll be able to hear us
perfectly and no-one else will.

And what about the
prince's computers?

Ah. You'll replace their
computers' hard drives with this.

This will give us remote access without
them knowing it. How will I distract them?

Concentrated gamma hydroxybutyrate.

Otherwise known as liquid ecstasy in its more
mundane form. From your former raving days, no doubt.

Well, this is slightly different. It goes to the Persinger lobes
- the area that controls memory.

Two drops can knock them
out for half an hour.

As they wake up, you can
suggest anything you want

and they'll believe
it really happened.

And to think it's banned.

The MI5 watch list? Yes.

You did well. I agreed to keep you
informed about what was going on.

Don't ask me again.
It's too dangerous.

Believe me, the last thing we
want is to lose an asset like you.

Good.

They've turned a few of them.

That will make it easier
to distract your colleagues.

Use the ones closest
to the informants.

This way they'll pick up on it.

Anything changes, let me know.

What are you doing?

Jenny.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

I'm. . .

Too late. I'm. . .

Tell Wes I'll be round
to say goodbye. Jenny.

I work for the British
Security Services.

I'm a spy.

Jenny, I was going to tell
you eventually. I promise.

Honestly.

Have you had me checked out?

Now I feel sick. It's my job.

You know all about me. I know nothing
about you. That's not fair, is it?

I'm sorry. It's just
facts and figures.

The service turns its eye, stamps
your file and moves on. That's it.

Your wife. Is she really dead?

Yes.

How did she die?

Fiona was shot.

Were you there?

We were on an operation
together. She died in my arms.

Is that what your
nightmares are about?

Yes, partly.

OK.

In the dreams, I'm dying.

But that's. . . that's
not what it's about.

I'm worried about Wes.

I'm somewhere far away and, um. . .
I'm trying to get home. But it's. . .

I'm hurt and I'm bleeding.

It's just that I'm far away.

Look, if you. . .if you still
want to leave, I understand.

But I'd really like you to stay.

Let's talk about it
more in the morning.

Thank you.

'No! Wes!'

Wes!

NO!

ADAM SOBS

Adam? Adam!

Adam, wake up! Adam!
It's Jenny. Adam.

Adam, it's me, it's me, it's
me. It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

You're at home. Wes is safe.

It's OK. It's OK.

HE SOBS

It's OK.

Hey.

Hello.

I've got to go to work.

I should probably make you
breakfast, or something!

I'm fine.

Don't worry. Go.

I've got to get Wes up anyway.

I'll see you when I get back.

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE RINGS

Hello? 'Mr Wise, I know you have
met with the Saudi Ambassador.'

Who is this? 'Call off the nuclear
deal.' How did you get this number?

'Do you consider yourself
a good Jew, Mr Wise?'

Who the hell are you? 'A good Jew
wouldn't put his people at risk.'

I'm not! I could have
you arrested for this.

'We'd like you to reconsider
your position on this issue.'

"We"? Who's "We"?

'Reconsider your position,
Minister. Before it's too late.'

He's a big boy.

Ex-SAS. Nothing but the best.

Sorry, I can't be with you.

Don't worry, Neil. We'll do your
dirty work for you. Good luck.

Oh, and Ros? Yeah?

Watch them. They might get overly
ambitious with your body search.

Oooh, I can't wait!

PHONE RINGS

'Minister Wise?' Who is this?

'Have you thought about my
request to stop the nuclear deal?'

You could go to jail
for this, you know.

'Answer my question.'

I'm warning you. If you don't stop this
harassment, I'll have you found and locked up.

'We need you to reconsider your
position, before it's too late.

'Think of your children.'
Are you threatening me?

'I believe the threat was
addressed at your children.'

PHONE BEEPS

I have no doubts.

The government continues
to k*ll Muslims in Iraq.

The people elected the government. They are
responsible for the deaths of our brothers and sisters.

Our words are dead until we
give them life with our blood.

Are you ready now to forsake
everything for what you believe?

We're at w*r and I'm a soldier.

Very well. I have
everything you need.

The targets, the equipment.

I just need you to
undertake your mission.

And to find me three others
ready for the final sacrifice.

When will this happen?

Our enemies are everywhere.
We need to move very quickly.

How quickly?

Friday night.

Have you enough time to
find three other martyrs?

I can find you a hundred.

Good.

Use this from now on. It's safe.

Did you say this
was taken yesterday?

Yes. What do you think,
Harry? Should I be worried?

You knew this deal
would be unpopular.

Yes, but we have to make it happen.

It's the perfect barter deal.

We get our oil guaranteed for the
next 20 years at a pre-agreed price -

they get nuclear power
when their oil runs out.

And ten years from now, when oil's $500 a barrel
and they're burning cars in every capital in Europe,

we'll look back and thank God we had a government
with the vision and courage to do this deal.

That's one outcome. The other is
that fanatics take over Saudi Arabia

after we've shipped over enough
enriched plutonium to make 100 bombs.

We're not the only
ones chasing this.

The Americans are selling
nuclear technology to India,

which isn't exactly a Shangri-la
of social harmony either.

Everyone's ready to do whatever it takes to secure
their oil flow. The French, Germans, Russians.

They're all courting
the Saudis as we speak.

If someone flogs them nuclear
plants, it might as well be us.

Some people are going
to be against it.

The question is, to what
lengths are they prepared to go?

They threatened my
family, Harry, my children.

Can you protect me?
You're a public figure.

I can give you security, put a tap
on your lines, try and run a trace.

I don't want to do a Rushdie.
I didn't think you did.

If I withdraw my support, the opposition will
seize the momentum and we'll lose the deal.

I can't do that to the country. Nor should
you have to. I'll arrange your security.

Don't let it get to you.
We'll get the b*stards.

What were you doing
on my computer, Neil?

I didn't download this.

Good afternoon. If
you'd like to follow me.

I don't think so. Not if
you want to keep your job.

THEY TALK IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Good afternoon.

Forgive me.

It's no trouble. You're not
here solely for entertainment.

A common misconception.

So, where were we?

Well, I think we're
about done, actually.

I wanted to make sure you had everything.
I promised Elvira I'd look after you.

Thank you, I think I
have everything I need.

Are you sure? Because
whatever it is, I can. . .

You're very kind. Thank you.

OK.

Nice boat.

Yes. I bought one
just this morning.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

Do you know what, we actually had a
client staying here a few days ago.

He does the interiors for yachts.

He doesn't like anyone to know, but
he's just done Bill Gates's new jet.

And George Clooney's yacht. You
should see his work. It is amazing!

I could show you his
website, if you like? Please!

Oh, that's a bit embarrassing.

Battery's gone dead.

I really want you to see this. I'm so sorry
but do you have access to the internet here?

Just a moment, OK.

I'm so sorry to trouble you.

Malcolm, I need an incredible
website address NOW.

I'm on it!

His card should be in
my bag. . . somewhere.

Oh, I know, it'll be on
my BlackBerry, won't it?

This bag is such a
mess, I'm telling you.

I was going to clean it out
but it only seems to get worse!

Go to tribaldidesign.com.

The designer you're
pushing is Enrico Tribaldi.

Enrico Tribaldi. That's it.

And he is at tribaldidesign.com.

Here's to safe sailing.

You said on the phone
you had something for me?

My friend's name is Hassan Khan.

I don't know the man who's asked him to put
together his team. But he's not from here.

Where's he from? I don't know.

He said he'd just arrived and there
would be many more like Hassan.

When's this for? Tomorrow night.

If the guy who recruited Khan is
one of those seen in Folkestone,

what if each of the six
have recruited three others?

We're looking at 24 potential
bombers. In one night.

The Armageddon Scenario.

No cell will know about any other.
Should we issue a public alert?

We'd gain nothing by doing that.
It would drive them into hiding.

They'd wait till things calmed down.
Well, we know about Khan's cell.

He lives in Surbiton.

We're looking for Hassan Khan.

Go through the place
with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, this little
lady is very special.

We thought you might like her. Big on
yoga. Very bendy. Imagine the possibilities.

Now I've got a DVD of her.

She's nice. Tell her to
come too. OK. But tell me.

What about you?

Me? Yes.

Your Highness, I work for you.

Yes.

This wasn't in the script.
I can be very generous.

I'm sure you can.

The thing is. . .

Yes?

Well, the truth is. . .

I've done things in my past that
I'm not particularly proud of.

With other women.

Tell me more.

I can't believe I'm
telling you this.

Some of it's even on film.

Ah. Can I see them?
No! No! Come on!

Well, there is this one website
that still has it. God knows why.

Please tell me you don't have
a computer with you. One moment.

We'll be more comfortable in here.

I told you, Your
Highness. I prefer women.

I can think of a few ways
to make you change your mind.



I'm sure this isn't
a very good idea.

I am.

'They've raided Hassan
Khan's house.' OK.

I need the map of the CCTV camera positions to
make sure they can identify him when he turns up.

I'll send it as soon as we get it.

That thing you mentioned yesterday.
I'm not very comfortable with it.

Oh, Sally. You said this
is for the Attorney General?

I'd like to know more
about who sanctioned this

and who I can talk to because I
don't like working in the dark.

I'll fill you in on everything
as soon as I get clearance, OK?

Let's go, baby.

sh*t!

Oh, my God. 'Malcolm?'

What's happened?

His pulse. How fast is his
pulse? Malcolm, he's tachycardic.

GRUNTS COME FROM ROOM

Maybe he's taking some medication
that's reacting badly with it.

Malcolm, what do I do?

Check out the room -

drawers, cupboards, anything.

Look in his briefcase
- maybe he's got prescription drugs.

Phinedrine. Batrium. Ploxenol.

Ploxenol. That's the one. He's got a heart
murmur. Why did no-one tell me about that?

Malcolm. What. Do. I. Do?

He needs sugar, lots of sugar.
Lemonade, anything with sugar.

It'll neutralize
the acidic reaction.

Drink. Drink.

Prince Khaldoon. Is everything
all right? Prince Khaldoon?

Are you all right in there?

Let's go.

Could we have a
little privacy, please?

Seen enough, boys?

Oh, bloody hell!

Ros, I really think you
should get out of there.

We've got nothing on him, Malcolm.
What's he doing tomorrow night?

He's down to attend a
reception at the Trade Centre.

Great. Look, he's coming round.

Remember he'll be
suggestible for 30 seconds.

OK, right.

That was just. . .amazing.

No. I have to go, but I'll see
you tomorrow at the reception.

What reception?

Tomorrow night. You invited me to
a reception at the Trade Centre.

Oh, great!

I'll see you then.

Oh, great.

I look forward to it.

Been through Khan's computer. This
is what he was Googling last night.

West End nightclubs. Yeah.
He checked out six of them.

We're picking up increased chatter. References to
Friday. Tomorrow. Three more assets are missing.

Why weren't they watched? They were.
But there were too many of them.

We know possible targets. They
can't be bait. They must be told.

We can't go public. They'll
just attack somewhere else.

We have CCTV surveillance and eyes on the
ground. We'll use them to take out the bombers.

I'm not letting Armageddon happen.
I want every police officer, camera,

every snitch, everything we've got, I want totally
focused on the target locations. Find them and stop them.

They'll be looking for backpacks.
With these you will go unnoticed.

You need to arrive to your
targets early, when it's quiet.

Once you're inside, you
choose your place carefully.

You understand?

IN ARABIC:

Yeah, all clear.

We've got one.

Who is it?

Hassan Khan.

Charing Cross. He's
going to the Corvette.

Zaf, let's go. . .Jo, tell the SFOs
to hold. We must find the others.

PEOPLE CHAT IN QUEUE

CHATTING AND LAUGHING GET LOUDER

MUSIC BOOMS FROM CLUB ENTRANCE

Simon, why don't you come over?

CROWD AND MUSIC FALL SILENT

Have any others been
sighted? One more at Holborn.

Where's Khan? He's
very near the club.

The SFO's have visual contact,
and are awaiting your arrival.

He's ahead of us.

CROWD SCREAMS

PEOPLE SCREAM

VOICE ECHOES: Don't do this.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Adam.

Just stay calm.

Please, don't do this.

Adam, stay back.

It's putty.

It's what?

It's just putty!

PEOPLE SCREAM, MACHINE g*ns FIRE

Mobile, mobile, mobile!

Mobile.

Mobile, Mobile!

Mobile.

Mobile, Mobile. Mobile!

HE FIRES, PEOPLE SCREAM

Mazel Tov.

The Trade Centre's been taken over
by armed t*rrorists. Do you copy?

Do you copy?

Ros? Ros, what's happening?

Ros, talk to me! I'm really
sorry. I was looking for. . .

They knew exactly
who we were watching.

The only way to get that information
is from someone on the inside!

What are you doing?

I really need to talk to your
boss. You'll get yourself k*lled!

No!

It's not anyone working here but
someone here led us to the trough!

She's next.