05x08 - Agenda

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WES: 'Is Mummy coming home.
Where's my mummy?

g*nsh*t
No!

I said he had no weapon!

I can't. . . Your wife -
is she really dead?

Yes. She died in my arms. Is that
what your nightmares are about?

Yes, partly.

We're safe. . . Promise me. . .

Don't. . . Promise me. . . Don't!

This is insane,
you can't just release Mansoor.

If a judge decides that your
department's working practices

render the evidence you provide
inadmissible. . .

Don't go there, Charles. You're
legal counsel for Downing Street.

I went over our material with you
in minute detail and you assured me
it would be admitted as evidence.

The Prime Minister is rather
concerned about this turn of events.

Or your version of them.
It's simply felt that your section
would benefit from supervision.

Just to make sure you're dotting
the I's and crossing the T's.

Do I get a prize for guessing
who our new supervisor might be?

I'm no happier about this than
you are. I doubt that's true.

Copy me on your briefing documents
to the JIC and the Home Office
until further notice.

So a key figure in Islamic
terrorism is going to walk free
from court tomorrow

and we're going to counter
whatever plans he has to attack
this country with more paperwork?

I'm not the enemy, Harry.

No, with friends like you.
If you'd only learn the value
of friends like me,

you might find your road
through life a little less bumpy.

Tomorrow morning, the judge in
the Mansoor case will rule our
surveillance material inadmissible.

What? Khalid Mansoor will
be a free man by lunch time.

We have video of him trying to
persuade an 18-year-old to blow
himself up in Westminster Abbey!

Video which the jury will never see.
It's not good, Harry.

Khalid Mansoor was planning
an attack on a major city.

Now he's free, feeling persecuted
and ready to do something about it.

Move to alert level five.
The minute Mansoor is out,
we put surveillance all over him.

We all know how
dangerous this man can be.

We're not going to let him prove it.

'The prosecution of Mr Mansoor
was an important test case for

'the Government's
new anti-terrorism legislation.

'But, in what's already being
described as a major blow
to the government,

'the judge in the case has ruled
that some video evidence against Mr
Mansoor was inadmissible in court.

'He said he was left with
no choice but to dismiss the case.'

Thereby putting the British public
in harm's way.

London, Leeds, Bradford,
Birmingham and Manchester have
all raised their alert levels.

'At the Royal Courts of Justice

'Mr Mansoor is expected to make
a statement. . .'

'This Government wants to cut
the heads off the Muslim people.

'They want to remove our leaders
from this country

'and bend us to their will.
But today we have shown them,

'We will not give in to a weak,
sinful, corrupt society!

'It is the will of Allah,
that our sons will reach manhood,

'living under Sharia law
even here in Britain.'

g*nsh*t

Tell me that wasn't us, Harry.

Khalid Mansoor confirmed dead
at the scene by paramedics.

sh**ter's been confirmed dead too,
we'll have an ID within the hour.
Nothing takes an hour.

We have to unravel this fast and that
sh**ter is the first thread we pull.

Grab a still from the news broadcast
and run it for a face-match.

Not Mossad's style.

If the various fundamentalists
of the world think they can settle

their differences in our backyard,
they're mistaken. We stop this now.

'Thank you very much
for joining us. Is this the start

'of a Christian retaliation against
fundamentalist Islam? Of course not.

'But there are extremist factions
within the Christian community.

'Yes, every religion has its
extremists. When people are
attacked they fight back.

'But the idea that Christians
in this country are about to
rise up against Islam - no.

'Isn't there a sense of frustration,
that a man like Khalid Mansoor can
walk out of court on a technicality?

'Yes, and it was perhaps that
frustration that boiled over today.

'The important thing is, we
protect ourselves against men like

'Khalid Mansoor without resorting
to vigilantism or violence.'

The sh**ter was Daniel Ellis.


He joined the Royal Marines
in 1988, served in Desert Storm.

Since his discharge he has had
no fixed abode. Only child.

Both parents deceased.
Sporadic treatment for drug and
alcohol addiction. Religion?

Born again would be my guess.
Alcoholism, drug abuse. . .

He was searching for something.

He doesn't appear to have had any
counselling beyond March 2003.

He was claiming
unemployment benefit at that time

and his address was
the Mission of St Dominic De Guzman,
in Bloomsbury. A homeless shelter?

These places offer free bed and
board as long as you accept Jesus.

So this place cured Ellis of his
addiction? And introduced him
to a new one.

Religion. The opium of the masses.
I thought that was football.

"Ooh-ah Cantona"
was not his last message.

So it's really important that you
understand the drugs, the alcohol,
weren't making anything better.

They were just removing
the symptoms of withdrawal
and making you feel normal.

On crack, or heroin, or booze. . .

you feel how I feel every day.

Lucky you!

But you all remember that
first high, don't you?

How amazing it was,

how all those doors seemed to be
opening up to new possibilities?

Well, that's a feeling you can get
every day

when you accept the love
of Jesus Christ. It's clean,

it's healthy
and best of all, it's free.

After that

the possibilities are endless.

Let's bow our heads.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those

who trespass against against us.
And lead us not into temptation. . .

Death to the enemies of Christ!

expl*si*n

They think it's a hand grenade,
Five confirmed dead, more injured.

The first victim is Hakeem Mohammed.
Fundamentalist cleric, he spoke in
favour of the London suicide bombers.

This has just hit the
Islamic fundamentalist website.

It's already spreading across
the web. We're analysing it now.

'The executions
of the enemies of Christ,
Khalid Mansoor and Hakeem Mohammed

'were carried out by the
"Sons of Phineas".

'Britain is a nation under Christ
and we will no longer tolerate
the Muslim in our ranks.

'This is a declaration of w*r
against Islam.

'We will drive Islam from our shores
and turn the sea red with
Muslim blood.'

OK, we now know what
they call themselves.

Let's find out who the hell they are.

This place is falling apart.

You should pull some strings.

The death of Khalid Mansoor
was supposed to be the beginning
and the end of this, Steven.

An example to our enemies that
we can't be pushed around,
and to our government that

the people would support a tougher
stance on Islam and it was working.

Our job was done. No, it wasn't.

Innocent lives were lost in Bradford.
Only the cleric
and his men died.

And now this declaration of w*r.
They declared the w*r. We join it.

In the name of a peace-loving God?
Do you have any idea of the
damage it does to the church?

You asked me to k*ll
Khalid Mansoor for you.

Was that a peace-loving act?

No, no, and I've accepted it
as a horrible necessity,

a sin committed for the greater good.

But this "Holy w*r"
you wage is nothing more than
terrorism in the name of Christ.

You've become what you despise.
If you want to stop me,

pick up the phone to the police
and tell them everything.

Throw yourself upon your sword
and save the innocent lives
that this w*r will claim.

You can't do that, because you
love the power and influence that

this church brings you, more than
you love the God that founded it.

Become what I despise?

You're everything that I despise,
Bishop.

The Sons of Phineas's website
contains the usual right-wing
fundamentalist Christian polemics. . .

Jews are the spawn of Satan, Muslims
have no souls, you know the thing.

Who's Phineas? It's Old Testament.

Phineas was a follower of Aaron
and a general in his army.

When one of his fellow Israelites
took up with a Midianite woman,
Phineas k*lled them both

to prevent the bloodline of Israel
being polluted by foreign blood.

All right, threat assessment.
Did they k*ll these two men
and how serious are they?

We're pretty light on intelligence
at the moment. How many active
members have you got? We don't know.

Who's financing them?
We're trying to find out. Contacts
with other extremist groups?

We're working with GCHQ
and anti-terrorism. . .

Does anyone know anything about this
group that did not come from typing
"Sons of Phineas" into Google?

They're under the radar, Harry.

They shot a man dead outside
the Royal Courts of Justice.

They just decimated a restaurant
in Bradford k*lling four people.

Their agents are prepared to die
for their cause

and they've issued a public
declaration of w*r against Islam.

Let's get them firmly on the radar.

'Despite threads of reprisals from
extremist groups, the overwhelming

'public response has been
a united condemnation.

'Muslim and Christian leaders
as well as politicians are asking

'for calm and stressing
the need for reconciliation.'

The only link we could find between
Daniel Ellis and the Bradford
b*mber, Michael King,

apart from their army backgrounds,
was that they both stayed at this
homeless shelter at different times.

Now this shelter is run by this man,
Steven Paynton.

We've silhouetted and voice-matched
surveillance of Paynton

with the Sons of Phineas video
and we're sure it's him.

And we think he has spent the
last seven years taking homeless men

with military backgrounds
off the streets, turning them
into soldiers for his cause?

We're not being a shade paranoid?
Even paranoids have enemies.

They could be anywhere.
But somewhere there'll be a list
of who they are and where they are.

We need to get it.

Or rather we need Steven Paynton
to give it to us.

Now the Sons of Phineas have been
getting offers of support

from other extremist groups through
their website. That's our way in.

I'd like an hour, please.
£1.50, please.

You're new here. Is it that obvious?

Not at all. I come here every day.

I'm actually just relief.
The regular guy called in sick.

John? Christopher.
I never knew there was a John.

Christopher. That's right.

He's slippery.

He can be as slippery as he likes.
We're ready for him.

OK, here we go.

Oh, very clever, Mr Paynton.

What's he doing? He's loading up
a piece of software which will
encode all his keystrokes.

We can still read the screen. The
joys of fibre-optics surveillance.

Smile, Mr Paynton, you're on camera.

Good,
he's gone straight to our e-mail.

Come on, take the bait. Reply.

Checking out the fake website.

What happened to the real
League of Christ?

The group died out, but they
have been reborn for our purposes.

They're cash-rich and eager
to fund Paynton's holy w*r.

Got him.

NEWS: 'Police in Manchester were
on high alert last night

'after two teenagers were attacked
by a group of Asian men.

'Community leaders claim
it was a revenge attack,

'prompted by the murders
of the radical cleric Khalid Mansoor
and Hakeem Mohammed

'by the Christian fundamentalist
group, Sons of Phineas.'

Dad? Mm? Do you think work
will let you go on the Ferris wheel?

I don't know. Maybe.

Can I come with you?

I'd love you to, mate,
but it's a work trip, you know.

We can have our own adventure
while your Dad's away.

We could go on the Millennium Wheel.
You'll have a better time than me.

You're always going away.

It's just for a couple of days.

I tell you what, why
don't you take your camera with you

and then you can show me
the photos when you get back?

Where you going? It's bedtime.

What? All right,
I'll come up in a minute and read you
another chapter of your book.

I want Jenny to read.

I'll be up in a minute.

He'll be OK.

It's fine.

If the Prime Minister is
uncomfortable, get him to call me.

I will explain to him the nature
of the Security Service.

I'll even use small words
so that he doesn't get confused.

. .Is there anything we DO have
a choice over any more?

Well, if you think of something,
Charles, let me know.

Downing Street's esteemed legal
advisor now questioning the content
of my operational briefings.

Where's Adam? Harry.
Ah, nice of you to join us.

'Two boys are said to be
in a critical condition. . .'

Manchester -
their first retaliation.

If one of those boys
doesn't make it. . .

We think this is Steven Paynton's
plan. He knows how dry the tinder is
and he's throwing sparks.

He's been recruiting for seven
years, he's got a lot of sparks.
Shall we bring him in?

No, a lunatic like Paynton won't tell
us anything, however hard we push.

We'll have to distract him
and buy ourselves more time. How?

If we tempt him with a possibility
of a big strike against his enemies,

we can persuade him to postpone his
attacks and buy ourselves enough time
to uncover his organisation.

And who is going to cast temptation
in his path? The League of Christ,
our fictional Austrian group.

They're represented in London by
AR Morgan Ltd. A small private
brokerage who handle under the table

financial transactions for
various extremist religious groups
across Europe and the States.

Paynton's arranged a meeting,
with Morgan - Adam Morgan -
the company chairman.

He's British and
a born-again Christian fanatic.

If anyone can gain
Paynton's trust,

dazzle him with the possibilities
of a global holy w*r and find out

everything about his army
of martyrs, it's Adam Morgan.

Mr Paynton?

Adam Morgan.
I'm glad you replied to my e-mail.

I represent some people
who want me to find out if
you're either very brave,

or very stupid.

What do you see, Steven?

It's spectacular, Mr Morgan.
Adam, please.

And you're not really looking.

Two thousand years
of Christian achievement.

The Romans, the Spanish, the FrenchI

we've withstood them all.

The Great Fire of London came closer
than anything else to destroying it,

and out of the ashes rose the
greatest cathedral in the world.

God watches over London.

And now these. . .

people. . .

with their homemade bombs,

think they can bring
this city to its knees?

Do you know the story
of the Hagia Sophia?

Another great cathedral.

It was built in Istanbul,
Constantinople as it was then,

by the Emperor Justinian,
who claimed
he had outdone Solomon himself.

For a thousand years it remained
the largest cathedral in the world.

What happened to it?

In 1453,

Constantinople fell to the Ottomans.

The greatest cathedral the world
had ever seen became a mosque.

And you want to battle it
with grenades and revolvers?

Have you seen the news
about Manchester?

The teenagers who were attacked?

This is how it begins.

The retaliations will draw in
all sides.

With the right provocation,
the w*r on the streets

will become a w*r
that engulfs the whole world.

And seize the arms of Christ
finally victorious.

The second coming of the Messiah
is prophesised only after the Earth

has lived in Christian harmony
for 2, 000 years.

Armageddon. As it is written,
so shall it comes to pass.

If you continue to embark on
these petty acts of vigilantism

you'll eventually be arrested,
reviled as a lunatic and locked up.

Your movement will die

and history will ignore you.

Thank you for your time.

You're not stupid, Steven,

you're a brave man with pure ambition

but your methods are short-sighted

and you will fail.

And who are you to judge me?

I'm the man who can
help you wage your w*r.

This League of Christ. . .

We're looking into them. They want
to support Paynton's Holy w*r?

So it seems.

And if they provide him with the
means to launch a significant attack
on one of our cities?

The situation is in hand.

As in you're watching him?
Preparing to arrest him? What?

This man has spent seven years
building a network of devoted

K*llers who are prepared to die
for his cause. Now we need to know
who they are and where they are.

Paynton won't give that up
just because we're shining
a light in his eyes.

Where, Harry, in this miracle of
misdirection and understatement

does it tell me how you do intend
to uncover that information?

Potentially compromising details
of ongoing operations
are strictly need to know.

I do need to know. Then petition
the JIC for higher clearance.

Charles, you're a lawyer.

I don't personally have anything
against that except to say
every building in Whitehall contains

lines of sad lawyers and accountants
going around tapping their nose,
saying 'need to know'.

PHONE RINGS
Yes? Put him through.

You'll have to excuse me.

If a mosque gets blown up tomorrow
morning because your information on

Paynton's plans was incomplete,
you'll be hung out to dry.

A man in my position faces that
possibility every day, Mr Lee.

You learn to let it
not cloud your judgement.

The League of Christ. . .

I've never heard of them.

MI5 seem to be
taking them seriously.

According to the files,
they were active in Vienna during
the sixties and seventies.

They seem to have resurfaced
and they're offering to support
your boys' holy w*r.

I'll make some calls. How close
are you to all this, David?

Please tell me there was never
any direct contact between
you and Steven Paynton.

He came to me ten years ago. David!

He wanted to train for the priesthood
and, in many ways,

he was a perfect candidate -
passionate, knowledgeable, devoted. . .

But? Some men make God in
their own image, Charles.

Steven Paynton forged
a god of hatred and violence.

I thought he might have mellowed.

He believes he can start a w*r
in this country between Christians

and Muslims that will spread to
engulf the world. Then he is insane.

Yes.

He says if he's arrested,
he'll name me.

I'm a bishop.
I sit in the House of Lords.

I'm a personal friend and advisor
to the Prime Minister.

If it. . . Why couldn't you have
ignored this? You tipped us off.

What did you think we were
going to do? Send flowers?

We talked about what we he had to do
and why we had to do it.

We talked about a single strike

but you had to give the job
to somebody who's already
preparing for Armageddon.

I think what we need to do is. . .
We don't need to do anything, David.

YOU need to stop him.

We've been here just over
two and a half years now.

There's space for 30 permanent
residents and a further


Transients? The residents have
transformed their lives and are now
made ready to move forward.

The transients are in various stages

of conquering their afflictions
and finding the true path.

So the permanent residents are. . . ?

Are now in the community,
spreading the word of God.

Steven Paynton's private army.

'The residents also help
to maintain the place and act as
counsellors to the transients.'

Obviously, not all the transients
go on to become residents.

Our mission is to rescue people
from the streets and encourage them
to let Christ into their hearts.

If they find themselves unable to do
so, there's a limit to how long. . .

'We can't allow them to become a
burden. We save souls, not lives.'

That's charming. Shall we?

Your set-up here is very impressive.

But a handful of ex-addicts isn't
going to get you what you want.

You're very blunt, Mr Morgan.

Adam. I don't see any point
in being otherwise, do you?

Al Qaeda
have cells all over the world

and if they continue with cowardly
attacks for the next 100 years,

they'd have achieved nothing.
They've made people afraid.

The media's made people afraid.

And what is fear anyway?

Who ever effected
change through fear?

I'll be frank. Our friends in Vienna
want to help you.

But they've been here beforeI

getting involved with groups
like yours that seem promising

at the outset, but who
ultimately lack ambition.

Well, that's not me.

Perhaps not.

But there's a long journey to
make between where you are now

and what you want to achieve,

and I don't think you're
walking in the right direction.

How many more soldiers
do you have around the country?

Enough.

Enough?

I understand your reluctance
to divulge everything at once.

Details can wait.

Let's forget about the
individual Muslim for the moment.

You need to think much bigger.

There are over 1,600 mosques
in the country, so, assuming

you have the manpower, you're not
short of more ambitious targets.

True, but mosques are. . .
Bricks and mortar.

There's only so much damage you
can do with revolvers and grenades.

If you're going to wage a w*r. . .

your army needs equipment.

D'you know what this is?

I gave you my life. . .

. .every breath I've drawn in this. . .

. .miserable world you made.

So why are these murderers
feeling themselves touched

by your grace while I stand here
alone, staring into the abyss? !

I. . .I caused a man's death.

So where's my guidance?

Where's my protection?

I made you in my own image...

weak.

You're cowardly.

He looks down on all of this
and he does NOTHING!

So what do I do now?

It might not be right in your eyes,

but it will save lives.

I'm bound to hell, anyway.

I might as well earn my place.

Call sign.
Echo Lima seven nine four.

Re-routing you now.

Hello? It's me.

Hello, you.

How's. . .Vienna?

Surprisingly quiet.

Wes there?
Yes, playing with his toys.

Can I have a word?

Wes! . .It's your dad.

Sorry, Adam.

But we've. . .we've talked.

I've been away before.

He just misses you.

Well, tell him I miss him too

and, um. . .I'll be home soon.

Jen, I've been thinking, you know,
when I get back, maybe. . .

we should spend some time together,
all of us.

That would be nice.

OK.

Well, um,

will you send him my love

and. . .

tell him I'll, I'll see him soon.

Adam. . . Jenny, my mobile's
vibrating, I've got to take it.

It's another call. I'll. . .
I'll speak to you tomorrow.

You're never late.

It was all this stuff
that drew me to the church as a kid.

Stained-glass, the statuettes.

A hundred people whispering
the Lord's prayer in unison. . .

So quiet it was like the breath
of God moving amongst us.

But it's all just ritual
without meaning, isn't it?

"Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done".

Those words are said so often
they've become meaningless
to people like you.

But I am doing his will, David.

I AM going to restore his kingdom.

I know why you brought me here.

But you haven't got
the guts to k*ll me,

any more than you had the guts
to deal with Khalid Mansoor
by yourself.

And if I'm wrong,
if I am just insane,

why won't he grant you
the conviction to stop me?

Why won't he give you the courage
to step out of those shadows

and put an end
to this trouble I am causing?

He's not your god any more, David,
he's mine!

One of those kids in Manchester
died.

No.

What? It's too small. This is
exactly what I was talking about.

You want to waste resources
avenging the death of one teenager?

This is the prize, Steven. Not some
council estate in Manchester.

You can't react
to every little thing that happens.

Let the people there take care of it.

You MAKE the news, Steven.
You don't follow it.

You're all the same.

Holding me back, making rules.

Mansoor was the only target.

No innocent blood to be spilled.

No credit to be taken.

It's all just restraint, and
politics and big talk and no action.

Someone put him up to k*lling
Khalid Mansoor!
'What are you talking about?'

You think my ambitions
are too small?

I promised a holy w*r.

Is that too small?

I want a w*r.

When I close my eyes I can see
the smoke, I can see the fire,
I can hear the screams. . .

I open them

and I'm standing
in a fancy office, doing what?

Come on, Adam. Promise him
something big, keep him on the hook.

We need that list of names
before another attack.

I'm not holding you back.

You want to make your mark, Steven.

Our friends in Vienna
want to give you a weapon.

Within the next seven days
it will allow you to do exactly that.

Get a message to Adam.
We need to meet.

You didn't do it. Did either of us
think I really would?

We have to stop kidding ourselves
that we're up to this, Charles.

We talk a good game, but
Steven Paynton is the real thing.

From the moment I picked up the phone
to him, we were in over our heads.

These were passed to me
by a well-connected friend

at the Israeli Embassy.

It seems Mossad is keeping an eye
on Steven Paynton.

They're worried about his
involvement with the Austrians.
They smell anti-Semiticism.

But they don't exist, David.

The Austrians, the "League
of Christ". . . I made some calls.

They were disbanded
more than 20 years ago.

The man in the photograph
is an MI5 officer.

It's only a matter of time now
before the whole thing
comes tumbling down.

When they come for me,

I'll confess my part.

I won't drag you down with me.

If only it were that simple.

What you and I have done could
put the whole government at risk.
I can't have that responsibility.

What then?

Mossad have swallowed
the MI5-cover story.

They think the League of Christ
is real, they think Paynton's doing

a deal with them, they're worried
that we're sitting on our hands.

Perhaps the time has come to confirm
their worst suspicions and
to suggest that they put an end

to the sorry fiasco
in their own inimitable way.

You want to trick Mossad
into k*lling an MI5 agent,
as well as Steven Paynton?

I'll lose sleep,

but not as much as if our actions
brought down the government.

What have we done, Charles?

We've made rather a mess,
I'm afraid,

but now we have a chance
to clean it up.

Paynton's backer knew in advance
that Mansoor's deportation
would fail.

So they must know how close
we are to Paynton.

So they'll either tell him
we're onto him, or k*ll him
to stop him talking.

We can't let that happen, his army's
still out there. Let me pull Paynton.

He won't talk.

We know that. He won't talk to us.
But let me pull him in character.

It's a risky double-bluff. Every
other option takes too long.

What do you need?

'Charlie Two, I have an eyeball
on Paynton and his minders.
Tell us when. Go now!'

Sweet dreams.

Hello, Steven. Adam?

Who are you working for, Steven?

What are you doing? You know
who I am. That's right, I do.

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

Look at the laptop, Steven.

Keep lying to me and I'll k*ll them.

I'm not lying.

I had the police in my office
this afternoon.

In my office, Steven!
What did they want?

A receipt for the 30 pieces
of silver they gave you.

What did you tell them?
I haven't talked to anyone.
They knew all about you.

Adam. . . Choose your next words very
carefully, they may be your last.

The police came to see me. They knew
your name. They knew about the Sons
of Phineas and they knew about me.

Now what did you tell them? I swear
to you I haven't talked to anyone.

The police only catch people
more stupid than they are.

I'm not stupid, Steven.

They don't knock on my door unless
somebody's opened their mouth.

k*ll the other one. No, no, no, no.

Wait.

I know who talked.

It was David Newman. It must have
been. Who? David Newman.
He's the Bishop of Whitechapel.

He advises the Government
on Christian affairs.

We're getting nowhere here.
You blew it, Steven.

Newman came to me to k*ll Khalid
Mansoor. Why would he do that?

To protect the church, he said.

To send a message to Islam
that we can't be pushed around.

I don't believe a word you're saying.

Then pull the trigger.

That wasn't so hard now,
was it, Steven?

So, now that you're finally
in the mood for being honest,

let's talk business.

David Newman. I am no longer
surprised by mankind.

As the PM's special advisor,
this could destroy the Government.

I think a certain renegade bishop
requires a visit.

Talk to Adam, we still need
that list of Paynton's soldiers.
PHONE RINGS

Jo Portman. Wes - he's gone missing.

He went to his room
after he finished dinner.

I've just been up to check
on him and he's not there.
Harry, Wes is missing.

I searched the whole house
but he's not here.

Adam's on a job. I can't call him.
All right, Jenny, slow down.

Could Wes have been taken?

No, no, his rucksack's gone
and his toothbrush.

He must have run away.
He's been upset. OK,

I need you to wait by the phone.
I need to talk to someone,
I'll call you back.

Potentially missing for three hours.
London at night alone, poor Wes.

Pull Adam off the operation.

Use every resource we have
to find that little boy.
Call me the second you get anything.

That looked really good.
Yeah, it could have looked better.

The chair was supposed to go over
too. It was fine. They're still out?

Yeah, I gave them an extra dose,
in case the charges from the
blood packs woke them up.

Get them back into a holding cell
at Thames House.

What about Paynton?

I've told him the only way he keeps
his deal with the Austrians alive
is if we get full disclosure.

I'm taking him to the shelter.

He's going to give us a full list
of his so-called soldiers.

Right. . . Adam.

Jo called.

Wes has gone missing.

When? A few hours ago.

What, has he been taken?
No, no. They don't know.

They want to take you off the case.

I can't, Paynton's just
about to give me the list,

I have to do this first.
This is our only chance.

It's my fault.

No. You stay focused on Paynton.
I'll take care of this.

He's nine years old and he's
out there all on his own.

'Sometimes I think it was stupid
and selfish of us to have a child.

'What kind of a world
is he going to know?'

I'll put every resource we have
into finding Wes. You stay on
Paynton and block this out. . .Adam!

I'll find him.

I promise. Now go.

I can't lose him.

You won't.

I'm sorry, the church
is closed at the moment.

If what you've done gets out,
they all might be.

I should have been open with you
from the start.

I, I should have trusted you.

We're the same, aren't we?

Dedicated to a single cause
with a purity of purpose.

We'll always prevail
because we can't be distracted.

'Daddy, Daddy. . .'

This country's grown
ashamed of itself.

We're a Christian nation
embarrassed by our faith.

Didn't God give man free will?

He must have realised
it wouldn't always go his way?

Men like you are charged
to defend us.

How can you justify
protecting our enemies?

You see a man like Khalid Mansoor,
talking about a Britain under
Islamic rule, and it frightens you.

It frightens a lot of people.

But I see a man like you -
conspiring to k*ll Mansoor,

embarking on a journey from
which there can be no return. . .

and it frightens me just as much.

Today you k*ll Muslims, tomorrow
Jews, and soon we'll be back
burning Catholics and witches.

Afghanistan under the Taliban
frightens me no more than England
under Cromwell.

What happens now?

You're in an interesting position.

A senior clergyman,
a friend of the Prime Minister.

We can hardly clap you in irons
and parade you through the streets.

I can retire. And deprive
the world of your passion,

when there
are so many who could benefit?

I'm seeing missionary work.

Africa, South America.

You're talking about deportation.

The irony is not lost on me.

I just wanted to defend my country.
That's my job.

And I'm better at it.

Yeah, the photo was e-mailed over.

Issue it to every patrol car and
community support officer.

I want updates on this line
every 15 minutes.

GCHQ haven't picked up any activity
directed at Adam's family.

We have to assume
Wes is just wanting attention.

He's got that. Every police officer,
every port, train station
and bus depo has been alerted.

Wes Carter is the
most wanted child in the country.

Adam's arriving at the shelter.

Thames House, this is Alpha Two.

I have visual on Paynton
and our officer. Maintain. . .

Alpha Two?

Alpha Two, come in,
His comms are still live.

Alpha Three, do you have
eyeball on Alpha Two?

Alpha Three, come in,
Where have they gone?

How many are there? 35 left.

Why is this page marked?

Manchester.

We have to stoke the fires, Adam.

HIS WIFE:
'Sometimes I think it was stupid. . .

'Selfish of us. . . .'

Call him off. Too late.

What's the target?

The mosque, city centre.

Twelve pounds of Semtex.

You wanted me to think big.

When?

Within the hour.

We have a priority-one
t*rror1st threat on
the central mosque in Manchester.

Simon Grant - I've got his
Royal Navy personnel file,

Suspect is a Simon Grant.


IC one, dark hair, slim build.
Details are on their way to you.

Alert local authorities,
anti-terrorism
and Joint Intelligence.

That's everything, Adam.
We have the list.

Send in Alpha Team to bring him out.
Who are you talking to?

You've been played, Steven.

'Adam!'

Someone's just cut the power
to the whole building.

'Sometimes I think it was stupid
and selfish of us to have a child.'

'Adam? It's Ros, can you hear me?

'I'm on my way to you.'

Malcolm, can we re-task
one of GCHQ's thermal-imaging
satellites onto the shelter?

I'll try. It'll take me a minute
to re-calibrate the protocols.

OK, the satellite's re-aligned
but we only have seven minutes
before it passes out of range.

Switching to thermal imaging. . .

Oh, dear.

Adam. Can you hear me?
Are you hurt? Adam?

Can we get their comms?

Either they don't have any
or they're on radio silence.

Malcolm? Do you have a visual?

Five people have just entered the
building in a military formation.

One of them is standing guard
outside. And, Ros, Adam's collapsed.

Some kind of fit,
he's not responding.

There's movement on
the first floor.

OK, Malcolm, I'm at the shelter,

but I don't have the line of sight.

Who's there? Who's there? !

They've k*lled Paynton.

They're not turning back.
Right, I'm going in.

Does anyone want to tell me what
they can see, or am I going in blind?

There's a guard outside
the entrance.

Hurry,
they're close to finding Adam.

Hi, gorgeous.

Oops!

No ID, no wallet, nothing,

Malcolm, this is a Jericho.

Jericho? That's. . .that's Israeli.
This is a Mossad hit squad!

OK, I'm going in.
Keep trying to get through to Adam.

Get me a secure line to the cultural
attache at the Israeli Embassy.

Adam? Adam, can you hear me?

Adam, there's a Mossad hit squad
in that building.

They're heading towards you
right now.

Zaf, anything?

No, not yet.

PHONE BUZZES

Daniel, Harry Pearce. Tell me
I'm not watching satellite imagery

of a Mossad hit squad in action
in Central London?

Adam! Adam, please,
they're closing in on you.

Adam, you've got to get up!

Adam!

Let me rephrase the question. What
the hell are you people playing at?

Any news on Wes? No, not yet.
Malcolm, they're gonna k*ll him.

The League of Christ -
it doesn't exist!

Yes, I'm sure.
We made the bloody thing up.

Adam, we've found Wes.
He's all right. He's safe.

Adam, did you hear what I said?

We've found Wes. Your son is safe.

'Daddy, Daddy. . .' Adam! 'Is Mummy
coming home. Where's my mummy?'

Adam! 'Mummy's not coming home.
Are we dreaming, Daddy?

'Are we in this dream together?'

Are you hearing this?

'Keep Wes safe.

'Promise me you will.'

You've got company, you've got
to pull yourself together!

Adam, you're the only thing
that little boy has in the world.

So if you don't want to make him
an orphan, get up now!

How many more of them are there?
Two down, four to go.

Ms Myers is in the building with
you. I can't see a bloody thing.

We're running thermal imaging
off a GCHQ satellite.

But it's moving
so we don't have much time.

I'm with Ros, I'm going to
switch you on to Jo's channel. Adam?

Out the door and straight ahead,
for 20 metres. Left or right?

Left turn at the end and ahead,

another ten metres.
You'll find a door on your left.

HARRY:
This is an undercover operation.

Two of my senior officers are
inside. . .Well, think of something,
right now!

We've got to get them help.
This is crazy.

Back-up is six minutes away
and we've only two minutes
till the satellite images cut out.

Malcolm, what's going on?
Adam just had a lucky escape.

We're going to get you both
out of there

but right now, you have
a more immediate problem.

If either one of my people
come out of that building with
so much as a hair out of place

I will have every
single Mossad officer in London

expelled from this country so fast
your head will spin.

Another down, three to go.

But you've got one heading
towards you, Adam, moving fast.

Adam, he's right on top of you.
I can't see anyone. Adam, 3 o'clock.

Two left. Ros,
Adam's heading down to the ground.
We're going to put you together,

and get you both out
of the building. Copy that.

OK, Jo? Which way?

I can't tell which floor they're on.
The thermal imaging doesn't
give us any depth perspective.

There's someone near you, Adam, but
we don't know what floor he's on.

OK, just tell me how
to get out of here.

Down the stairs to your right.

Adam, you OK? I'm fine. Which way?

Left at the bottom,
left again at the end,

straight on for 30 metres brings you
to the main entrance. Be careful.

Where's Ros?

Down at basement level, making
her way towards the main entrance.

We're losing the signal. Adam!

In the nick of time, Daniel.

We've found Wes. The police are with
him now. I'm going to get him home.

Is he OK?

He's fine.
He was at Paddington, trying
to get to Heathrow apparently.

He's in his bedroom.
He's exhausted but he's OK.

He wanted to wait up for you.

It's OK. I'm so sorry. It's OK.

Daddy?

Hello, mate.

I hear you've been on an adventure.

I wanted to surprise you in Vienna.
I know. Well, I'm back now.

So you can go to sleep.

I love you.

Sweet dreams.

Steven Paynton was a delusional
right-wing psychopath who managed

to persuade two of his converts to
martyr themselves for his cause.

When the Western world didn't rise
up in support, he took his own life.

There was no sponsor.

His network, which never officially
existed, has been rounded up.

So we just sweep
the whole thing under the carpet?

Our sacred institutions are
part of the fabric of this society.

If we start pulling at loose threads
now just because we can, who knows
what we'll end up with? And Mossad?

Tail firmly between their legs. They
could tell us who put them up to it.

I suspect whoever that was won't
be making it into work this morning.

'Has Mummy come home?
Where's Mummy?'

It's called tradecraft.

Operation Sandpiper.

It's a black op.

Keep this man alive or anything
you've got to lose,

I'll make sure it's taken
from you. Do I make myself clear?

Two to the chest, one to the head.

Dempsey! DEMPSEY!

You're an assassin, Richard.

You will not allow Adam
to jeopardise this operation.

Are we clear?

Are we clear?

Trust me just once more.

Trust me.

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