06x09 - Isolated

[bunniefuu]

This is not to be negotiated, so go
ahead. Do your job and swallow it.

Proceed with the operation.
Everybody, there's a b*mb.

Get under your desks now. Now!

I'd like to suggest you and I try
and minimise this new tension
and avoid any misunderstanding.

You will forgive me if I have no
assurances to offer in response.

Not today,
when we're still counting the dead.

A g*n to the head of an Iranian
diplomat live on British television.

We'll be lucky to salvage
any kind of peace after this.

We know too much about each other,
it's not safe. I know.

You betrayed everyone who ever
trusted you. You're a traitor.

I trusted you.

You betrayed this operation
and you betrayed Harry's.

You've never found your place
and now, now you don't have one.

I switched syringes.

If I came with you, they'd know.

If they know, they'll come after
you. I can't let that happen.

You walk away and
don't look back. Not ever.

Thanks for coming.

Hey, no problem. Why am I here?

In less than a week, America will
launch surgical air strikes
at Iran's nuclear facilities.

Unless the United Nations
can talk them out of it.

It's likely Iran will respond
with a tactical nuclear strike.

This is already coming down the wire
from Washington correspondents.

So, thanks, but I don't need
a deep throat to tell me this.

Adam, why am I here?

The sequence of events that led
to this point began
with a train b*mb in Tehran.

Everybody there's a b*mb,
get under your desks.

That b*mb was detonated by MI5.

I personally couriered it to Tehran.

An officer named Zafar Younis
planted the b*mb.

It turns out we were acting on
intelligence fabricated by the
Americans who wished to expose

Iran's biological weapons programme
to the world and thus precipitate

a hot w*r, the w*r that
we don't seem to be able to stop.

I'll give you the whole story.

I've stashed documented proof.
It's on a memory stick.

No 45 minute claims. No spin.

No government intervention.
Hard proof.

You're going to give me a story
that could topple the Government?

And see the Home Secretary
indicted for w*r crimes.

It could end the Special
Relationship for ever

and bring about such international
condemnation that America will be
forced to rethink its air strikes.

It's also the biggest story
you'll ever break.

If you give me this, I've got
no choice but to run with it.

Then you'd be hanging yourself.

So I need to know why.

I've had enough. It's also time
America was brought to account
for the mess it's created.

Those don't sound like the words
of a spy. I don't
think I'm a spy any more.

Listen, I need time
to sort everything out.

My resignation among them.

Give me 48 hours.
Meanwhile, say nothing, please.

Let's put an end to it,
once and for all.

'Let's put an end to
it once and for all.'

Stand away from your table.
Thank you.

Excuse me.

What's happened? Section D has been
suspended pending full investigation
of the Ros Myers affair.

Putting aside for a moment the
fervour of those currently rifling
through our personal effects,

please know that this suspension
has no reflection on you,
or your service to this country.

Well, I guess I'll see
you all later then.

Accept it, Adam.

Don't waste your anger.

A drink, I think. Under the
circumstances, an excellent idea.

The Cricketer's?

Ben. Hi. Listen, are you busy?

Cos as it turns out, I'm not.

OK.

Ben, yeah, it's Adam.

Call me back as soon
as you get this message.

There's been some unexpected
developments. I've had to bring
things forward a bit.

I'm en route to the documents
we discussed. So...

Yeah, we need to meet, today.

They made me give up my pass codes.
I'm cheesed off.

My aunt used to say love
your enemies in case your friends
turn out to be b*stards.

If you want loyalty,
Malcolm, buy a dog.

Connie, gin and tonic? Large.

Naturally.

Hey. Hey. Drink?

Sure.

Hello, Connie. How are you doing?

You scared?

Yes.

You should be.

But you were always clever
like that, weren't you?

Always the clever one, Connie.

David, that was a long time ago,
in a different world.

But the dead are still dead,
for all that.

Why is it that men like you
are always so full of self-pity?

I have some information for you now.

I want you to pass it on, to Harry.

Just like the old days.

What information? There's a b*mb,
in London, today, a car b*mb.

I want you there, all of you.

Don't contact the services.

You do, and I'll know.

And tell me what I'll do.

You'll detonate the b*mb at random.

Blow a few kids to hamburger,
some coppers, a few tourists.

Where is it? Just stay by that phone.

And do what I say,

when I say.

You'll know soon enough where it is.

Oh, and, er...

..be sure and tell Harry

that I'm back for him.

Connie, what happened?

Davie King.

Just said to tell you he's back
for you, for all of us.

He gave me this.

He wants the whole team and
he wants to do it his way.

Davie King likes to k*ll
multiple targets using
a single, expl*sive device.

He rounds them up.

And then he blows them up. Well,
he can't round us up, can he?

Not the whole team.
He can't make us do what he wants.

We have to get back to the Grid. No.

Connie, I need you safe
and properly debriefed.

What's the point?

You know him. He's got a b*mb.
He'll use it to k*ll you.

If you don't turn up, or you
send the services, he'll
k*ll the innocents instead.

And he'll go on k*lling them until
you cave in and do as he demands.

He'll never stop.
He'll contact you on that phone.

That's all I have to give.
He'll come for you.

You'll be alone.

Then let him come.

I will not be rounded up
like livestock. I will not.

Harry. 'Mr Home Secretary.
I urgently require renewed'

full security status,
for myself and my officers.

'My team is under imminent
threat of assassination.

'I also have reason to believe
there's a t*rror1st attack
planned today in London.'

Wait, wait, wait. Are we
talking Al Qaeda, Iran, what?

'We're talking a walking
ghost with a death wish.'

Ex-IRA k*ller named Davie King.

So what is it?
A Republican splinter group?

Something altogether
more intimate, I'm afraid.

Then the last place you need
to be is back on the Grid.

I'll get another section on to it.

Well, with respect another section
would have limited application.

I know King. I know the way
he thinks, the way he works.

We've got a file on this man?
'His IRA code reference is J22F.'

'You can see for yourself
what we're dealing with.'

That's all we need.
'That is not all we need.'

I will not have British intelligence
officers, suspended officers,

'running about the streets of London
playing out some moth-eaten

'personal vendetta or playing piggie
in the middle with British lives.'

Now, you give me the information and
you go to ground. Do you understand?

What did he say?
You know, I didn't quite catch it.

Malcolm, I'm enacting the Sunstrike
Protocol. I need to get Adam and Jo
off the streets as soon as possible.

MOBILE RINGS

Harry?

Say nothing.
I'm invoking the Sunstrike Protocol.

'There's a place you know about.
It belongs to me.'

Be there as soon as you can.

sh*t.

They warn you,
when you first join the service,

that they just use you while
they can and then...

But it doesn't make it any easier.

If anything it
makes it worse because

you think of all the things
you've done, all the times
you might have died and...

Do you know how much I get paid
for that privilege by the way?

To risk being blown apart
in the line of duty?

Cos if you want a really good laugh,

ask me, ask me about my salary.

What's your salary?

Don't ask.

MOBILE RINGS

A man called Davie King has
planted a car b*mb in London.

It's due to detonate at 6pm.
He's going to send us after the b*mb
and try to k*ll us with it.

He's done it before.

It's a very messy but efficient
form of mass assassination.

Is this the entire inventory?

I did find half a pack of mummified
cigarettes. Oh, a cassette tape of
Led Zeppelin's untitled fourth album.

I've been looking for that. Also
a rather elderly model 10 Smith and
Wesson revolver with no firing pin.

It's utterly useless, I'm afraid.

You'll have to forgive
the rather discouraging ambience.

My interior designer was
going through a painful divorce.

Jo's not responding to
the emergency signal.

What? We have to go and get her.

The point of the Sunstrike
Protocol is to regroup in safety.

We make our best
endeavours to contact Jo.

But until she responds,
she's on her own.

I'm not sure I can abide by that.

This could be all my fault. What?

I went to Kaplan.

You went to Kaplan? Why?

To blow the whistle on the Tehran
b*mb, nuclear weapons, all of it.

People have a right to know
what's being done in their name.

It is not your right
to inform them.

And it most certainly is not your
job. Not any more. I'm done with it.

And this is your revenge, is it, for
losing Ros? Or hadn't you planned
on taking us all down with you?

Be assured,
you and I will discuss this in
detail in the very near future.

Until then, we deal with
the situation as it stands.

So call it in. MI5, SO19...
We can't!

Davie holds all the strings.

If we try and cut them, he'll
detonate the b*mb at random.

He'll ensure innocent
people pay the price.

So we stay down.

We tell MI5 nothing.

You're talking about a
completely rogue operation.

I'm talking about
protecting British lives.

Davie should not even
have been allowed to set
foot inside the country.

Someone used a great deal of
influence to make that happen

and whoever that someone might
be is our real enemy here.

So if you insist on walking out
that door and alerting MI5,

then I'm afraid you'll have
to go through me to do it.

CHILD SCREAMING

Pearce is pissing in his panties.

I'm sure he's gathering his
team to his bosom right now.

As soon as I've run them all
to ground, I'll do the deed.

But first, I need a phone trace
to locate the journalist Kaplan.

You understand there's a limit
to what I can do at this end.

Well, you can do this, and you will.

I need to nibble around
Harry's edges a little more.

Get him good and spooked. 'I'll see
if it can be done. No promises.'

You understand there's to
be no collateral damage.

Absolutely none. We won't have a
single innocent life put at risk.

Collateral damage?

Are they still calling it that?
Just do the job and no mess.

Break the terms of this agreement
and we'll have you smeared across
the road like a skid mark.

Snapdragon was an IRA code word.

It was called in 40 minutes
before the Cookstown b*mb in 1984.

The caller also gave the
registration of the vehicle in
which the b*mb was planted.

BWU 731K will be the license plate.

The toll that day was three
men, two women, all civilians.

A little school girl, seven years
old, and two MI5 officers.

Who were the intended
targets, I take it?

Davie was Connie's man
inside the IRA.

The Cookstown b*mb
was his resignation.

After that particular atrocity,
I went to some lengths to take him

down and in the process I did things
of which I am still ashamed today.

Then that w*r was over and
like good soldiers we turned
away from the b*ttlefield.

He still sends me a Christmas card
every year, addressed to Thames
House. "Season's Greetings, Harry."

Draws a little smiley face
after my name.

Whoever contracted this man is
someone who knows your history.

That's highly classified
information. Juliet?
No! But if she or Yalta wants to...

This is not Juliet.

I know you're angry and you're
scared. Do I look scared to you?

No. But you should.

Because whoever's doing this is
exploiting your greatest weakness.

Someone who knows your
attitude towards the IRA is...

Unresolved. Yeah, unresolved.

They're trying to get
inside your head, Harry.

They want you to make bad decisions
based on rage and the
desire for revenge.

This from the mouth of an expert?

Yeah, from the mouth of an expert.

I know how you're feeling and I know
the corrosive effect it can have.

This is not Juliet.
Juliet would never authorise the use
of a b*mb on the streets of London.

How did you get in?
You left your key under the mat.

It's not you, is it, Bob?

You gonna stab me with
your knitting needles?

They watch the doors, you know, MI5.
They know you're in here.

I'll leave in the laundry truck,
with the rest of the dirty washing.

So this guy, King.
What do you want from me?

Well, he naturally has American
connections. You sure of this?

In 1980, I flew him to New York
from where I arranged for him to

supply the IRA with
a large shipment of expl*sives.

It kept them in business for quite
a while. Made them terribly grateful.

Well, whoever set him
on you, it wasn't us.

And I think you already know this.

And what do you know, Bob?

I don't know if there's a direct
connection, but we've been keeping
a close watch on Dariush Bakhshi.

Your Home Secretary's policy
adviser, Jason Belling, has been
making slippery little visits.

Back-door jobs.

Whatever he's doing, he's not
dropping off grapes and lifestyle
magazines. What are they discussing?

Who can tell?

We're pretty curious, obviously.

But whatever it is,
it looks like they want you guys out
of the way so they can achieve it.

It feels weird being
out of phone contact.

Sorry, this thing's
like an umbilical cord.

Hey, you're
persona non grata, remember?

It's someone else's
turn to save the day.

I can't, I can't relax.
I've just gotta check in.

Oh, my God! What?

PHONE RINGS

It's Jo.

Outliner. This is Sunstrike Control.
Do you understand me?

This is Sunstrike Control.

What's your condition?

Um... Control, I'm fine.

You've been out of contact.

'Yeah, I had my phone off.'

Have you been home? No. Are you
alone? Yep. Good. Don't go home.

Don't go anywhere you're known.

Be at Albert Smith in one hour.

Don't be late. Come alone.

You're freaking me out here.
Is this a drill?

Negative on that.
This is not a drill.

Be alert to a white male,


If spotted, do not intercept.

Ditch your phone. Don't call
this number. As soon as I hang up,
it's out of commission, OK?

Watch your back, outliner.

And be at Albert Smith in an hour.

What's going on? Shut up.

Don't move.

I didn't know you carried a g*n.
I don't.

I think we should go.

I can't believe I'm just standing
here, waiting to be assassinated.

It's not called a safe house for
nothing. Davie King's the
predator today and we're the prey.

Which means Moscow Rules apply.

Treat London as enemy territory.

Keep our heads down,
wait for an opening and then move.

There's something I could do.

Using this here might reveal
our location,

but I could use someone else's ISP,
if I'm permitted to leave.

Be careful, Malcolm.

Where are you going?

Looking out for Jo.

DOORBELL

How did you find us? I've known
about this place since 1991.

Do you want to know what I've
been up to or not? Very much.

And you might want to hear this,
before you go rushing off.

Hello, can I have
a double espresso, please?

What was all that about?

Adam gave me directions
to a safe house.

He said he's heading elsewhere.

And he wished me luck.

I don't think he's ever
wished me luck before.

Jason.

Bob Hogan. I'd like to take
you for a ride in my car.

I'm a bit pushed for time today, Bob
Yes, I know.

Let's get in the car.

Please feel free to select
anything from this list which

resembles a brown, caffeinated liquid
in a cup, with a dash of semi-skimmed
milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.

You too?

Jo and I were at
the...at the movies. Sorry.

So who are we dealing with?

A bad man and a b*mb
in just over two hours.

Mr Kaplan, you and I need
to have a very serious chat.

But first I hope you
took your mother's

advice about clean underwear,
because we'd like you to strip.

Don't worry,
we promise not to laugh.

Trousers first.

So you dragged me out to
this sh*t h*le.

What next?
We gonna have a little kiss?

I have some information that may
be of some... personal relevance.

It concerns Harry Pearce.

The Spook. What about him?

Close your eyes and concentrate,
Jason. I expect it'll come to you.

Gorgeous.

I said call him off.

Carter, right? MI5.
You know damn well who I am.

What is it, Jason?

You found out I was planning to blow
the whistle on the Tehran b*mb?

Biological weapons on
the streets of London.

If the British people found out
it would be the end for you,

the end of this Government and
the end of whatever you've been
cooking up with Dariush Bakhshi.

Run that by me once more,
Adam, from the top.

Call him off.
What's the matter with you? You...

You thought you were being smart,
getting Davie King
to do your wet work.

But you're out of your depth.
You don't know what
you've got yourself into.

Call him off before it's too late.
I'd heard you'd gone
a bit funny in the head,

but I didn't know how funny.
You're having a laugh, sunshine.

He's planted a b*mb.

Innocent people are gonna die.

If you can't call him off, admit it.

Tell me where he is
and let me stop him.

Two hours! Two hours!

If you wanted us dead,
this isn't the way.

This is not the way.

Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty, come on!

Give him up. Davie King. Now.

There's nothing to give up.

And you'd better think about what
you're doing if you don't want to

spend the rest of your life
medicated in a padded room,
dribbling down your chin.

Oh, I've thought about it. I'm going
to execute the man who ordered my
death and the death of my friends.

Well, then you're gonna
have to execute me.

You're obviously pathological

cos anything I say you'll twist it
to fit your delusional framework.

That's what psychotics do.

I'm being visited by dead people.

Oh, so they're on to you, are they?

Pearcey and his little
team of Munchkins?

They know who's after them.

Carter did have a polite word, yeah.

He told me that you intend to use
a b*mb. Well, that can't happen.

We won't stand for the death of
British civilians. Nor would Harry.

He'd rather die.
That's kind of the point.

The point is...
'The point is, it's about control.'

I threaten civilians, therefore
I control Harry Pearce and his team.

I use that as leverage to gather them
in once place and then blow them over
two square miles of central London.

A b*llet in the base of
the skull would be quicker.

'Oh, would it?'

Oh, so now you're an expert on
the k*lling of multiple targets.

So let's suppose I execute one of
them with a b*llet to the brain.

The rest of them go under ground.

You're gonna hunt them down for me,
are you?

'You're going to line them up
for me, are you?

'And you're going to manage
to do this before one of them
gets to me, or to you?

'I'm doing this my way.'

So, be a good chap

and shut your mouth.

Well, you've got him.
It doesn't help.

Belling can't call King off, not now
he's got a whiff of Harry's blood.

And he could be anywhere in
Greater London, 609 square miles.

There's no way to find
him and not enough time.

In less than two hours
that b*mb detonates.

Scores of innocent people die,
or we do. That's some choice.

It's no choice at all and
King knows it.

Give me 48 hours, say nothing.

The registration number belongs
to a London taxi.
It was sold at auction two days ago.

Buying cars at auction
is an old IRA tactic.

Davie's father was a taxi driver.
He's taunting me.

I told you not to talk. I didn't.

Back off. Adam, he's clean.
They tried to get to him, too.

I was there. I saw it.

They must have been
following me, I don't know.

Jo's right, Adam. He knows nothing.

For better or for worse, Mr Kaplan
is now on our side of this equation.

I can help you. You can help by
keeping your mouth shut, listening
and doing what you're told.

Jason Belling? Connie was right.

Belling contracted Davie King,
but Belling's not in control.
He's useless to us.

So what's the next step?
I said shut up and listen.

If you want to live today, just shut
up and listen. It's my life, too.

I'm allowed an opinion.
Your life doesn't matter.

Neither does mine or hers,
or his, or hers, or his.

So shut up and let us do our job.

Right, how long do we have?



OK. We have the registration
and the time of the expl*si*n.

Davie King's controlling all
the other variables but
we don't have to just take it.

We take what we know and
we use what we have.
So what do we have? Habits.

b*mb makers are creatures of habit.
It's their psychology,
they use a tried and tested

method, usually with no more
than incremental refinements.

He's right, of course.

So what do we know
about King's bombs?

Pretty much everything.

I instructed him how to make them.

Jesus.

Oh, Jesus had very
little to do with it.

All right, Special Consul.

Cards on the table.

At 4am the Prime Minister
ended a long conference call
with the American President.

Air strikes on Iran will
commence in 36 hours.

Britain will have no choice
but to lend her support.

Unless you and I finalise this deal,

our two countries will be at w*r.

Pearce, Carter,

they don't deserve this, but
their knowledge is dangerous to me.

And while this is so,
I cannot cooperate.

Not even in the face of w*r?

Especially in the face of w*r.

If we are to proceed,
Mr Belling, Pearce and his team
must be eliminated.

There is no alternative.

They'll be dead in an hour.

Then in an hour, you and I can talk.

So if Davie King was the turncoat,
the one who betrayed you,
why does he hate you so much?

It's none of your business,
you don't need to know.

If I'm going to die today,
I deserve to know why.

He's right, Adam.

Davie personally eviscerated
the very network he was
put in place to protect.

A number of fine officers
died the kind of death
that haunts one's dreams.

Our intelligence structures
were severely disrupted.

Not all Davie's victims were British
spies or traitors to the cause. In
the end, it just got so he liked it.

We tried to make him stop.

To send a message that
indiscriminate m*rder was not
acceptable, even in that dirty w*r.

We couldn't punish him directly.

So we punished him indirectly.

We planted evidence,
entirely false evidence,

that Davie's father
was a Brit informant.

The father was picked up,
interrogated.

He was a very decent man,
a taxi driver.

They found his body naked,
dumped in the street.

This was done under my command.

It was the single filthiest
order I ever gave

and it didn't work.

This is Davie's game now.

He's waited long enough to play it.

PHONE RINGS

Davie.
'I'm about ready for the off, Harry.

Just give me the location.

Patience.

'Patience is just procrastination
without the anxiety.'

Let's get this over with.

'I admire your get-go attitude,
Harry, I really do.'

But now you're going
to need to listen to me.

'Listening?

'All of you, including the
journalist Kaplan, are to stand
within three feet of the car.

'Any further than three feet,
and I will detonate the b*mb.

'Attempt to summon emergency
services, and
I will detonate the b*mb.'

Come armed, or equipped in any way
and I will detonate the b*mb.

Once you have gathered, in accordance
with all these stipulations,

I will allow you 30 seconds to clear
all civilians of the blast area.

'Think of it as a kind of
co-operation bonus.

'If you fail to comply in any way,
I will detonate the b*mb.

'Many will die.

'Tomorrow, I'll come back for more.'

All clear now? Give me the location.

Gabriel Plaza.

'The b*mb will detonate at 6pm
See you there, old chum.'

That's one hour.

Gabriel Plaza.

This is Gabriel Plaza, enclosed
on three sides by commercial
buildings here, here and here.

And overlooked by a fourth, here.

Davie will want direct line of
sight to confirm our presence.

He won't trust surveillance
equipment, in case we try to tamper.

He'd want to be clear
of the blast radius.

So he'll need height, in one
of the surrounding buildings.

Which one? Most of the floors will b
occupied and not easily accessible.

He needs somewhere he
can get into and out of.

We're looking for flats, offices to
let, buildings under construction.

If we had time...
We don't have time.

What else do we have?
The b*mb will be remote-detonated.

But it will have
a back-up timer mechanism.

He's caught b*mb disposal
units that way before.

In another country, a long time ago.

I suggest we make our peace
with our various gods and go.

I'm sorry you got caught up
in all this. You're joking!

Story of a lifetime.

I can see the front pages now.

By lines and everything.

What happens if I actually die?

Well...
your family never find out how.

To protect itself, the service
tells them some kind of lie.

There's no compensation, no life
insurance and no possibility of
anyone ever finding out the truth.

And this is what you live with,
is it? Every day?

That and the
luncheon vouchers, yeah.

Nothing.

Got him. Davie King entered
the West building 30 minutes ago.

No sign of him leaving.

You ready? Ready.

I am an officer of the
British Security Services.

Everybody listen to me.

Evacuate the area. Now!

Clear the area now!

There is a b*mb in
the area, leave now.

They're pulling something.
Detonate it.

They're jamming us.

Malcolm?

Go!

Come to Davie, you bag of shite.

Jo. He's on the ninth floor.

Got him, Malcolm.

Go on, crawl on your knees.

Crawl back. Take them both out.

I didn't come here to sh**t them.

We're still on the timer
and they're not going anywhere.

That was a hell of a risk, Harry.

What if he'd gone for a head shot?
How do you feel?

It only hurts when I breathe.

Don't breathe then.

We've got just over two minutes.

You're right.
There's a pressure switch here.

It'll take too long to disable it.

We can't move the car.
Open the door.

Keep your hands to yourself now.

He's moved. You're clear.

Prise open the lid,
cut the live wire.



Come on, come on.

'A b*llet in the base of the skull
would be quicker.'

You can wipe the weasel look
off your face, Jason.

We don't care about you.

You're just another petty
bureaucrat with erectile dysfunction.

So give him up, your boss,

or we will begin to care about you
very much. Very, very much indeed.

Harry, it was a matter of...
National security.

Isn't it always? I was going to say
w*r and peace.

I prefer crime and punishment.

Iran maintains that her
nuclear programme is peaceful.

We know to our cost that
the reactionaries are interested
in more than domestic power supply.

But I've found a way
to call their bluff.

If Iran wants a peaceful nuclear
programme we'll give it to them,

on a plate.

The plans for
an integral fast reactor.

It's a nuclear plant,
a safe nuclear plant.

Bottom line, these plants cannot
be used to produce nuclear weapons.

Nobody has an excuse to b*mb Iran,
nobody has an excuse to invade Iran,

not if her nuclear programme
is driven by these reactors.

You ordered our assassination
for this?

We've been teetering
on the brink of w*r.

Thanks to a b*mb which you ordered.

And this plan represents our last,
best hopes for an enduring peace.

To make it work, we need Bahkshi.

What I'm about to show you
is highly classified.

But the Home Secretary authorised me
to make a preliminary...

My people have been
maintaining routine surveillance
on several persons of interest.

One of them

is the journalist,

Ben Kaplan.

'The sequence of events

'that led to this point began
with a train b*mb in Tehran.

'That b*mb was detonated by MI5.'

But Adam Carter
threatened to open his mouth.

He knows some uncomfortable truths.

My wife

was a British agent, Mr Belling.

If the hardliners in Tehran
ever learn this, my own loyalty
will be called into question

and I'm a dead man.
Bahkshi panicked.

He wouldn't cooperate.

Not while Carter and the rest
of you remained a threat to him.

And yes, I am ashamed to have
capitulated but I had no choice.

There was no time
to finesse the situation.

Finesse the situation?

The Americans will launch
their air strikes in hours.

This crisis is about to deepen, just
as we had the opportunity to end it.

Peace or w*r, Harry?

Peace or w*r?

What was I to do?

You're right.
It's an excellent proposal

and it should proceed
as quickly as possible.

I'll ensure that
Bahkshi is mollified

and what needs
to be kept secret is kept secret.

That's very... Very what?

I have a duty to this country
which supersedes any

and all other considerations, and
that includes any repugnance I may
feel towards you, Home Secretary.

Love your enemies, Nicholas,
in case your friends
turn out to be b*stards.

Today you and I may part as friends,
but if ever I have cause to learn

that we are no longer friends, then
you will have cause to learn exactly
what kind of b*stard I can be.

Do I make myself clear?

Leave it, sir. Nobody's coming.

Then I suppose you will have to do
what you came here to do.

Jo,

would you leave us
for a moment, please?

I know what you were
trying to do, Dariush.

I know why.

I understand.

Ana's pregnant.

A good friend told me.

Someone I lost, someone I love.

And the child, it's...

Yours?

Mine?

Who knows?

Sometime in the future,
you could be with them.

It's impossible.
Not while you know that.

Go home, Dariush.

Negotiate for our two countries.

I'll do everything
I can to protect you

because there's a chance,
however small,

that Ana's baby's mine.

That child keeps you safe
from any ill I might wish you.

Exposing Ana, exposing you,

that exposes the child to danger.

I can never allow that.

He agreed?

Of course he agreed.

And the baby,

is it yours?

I don't know,

but nor does Bahkshi.

Isn't that what this game's
all about, in the end?

'It has been described
as an unprecedented joint

'announcement regarding Iran's
nuclear development programme.'

From Whitehall earlier today the
Home Secretary, Nicholas Blake,
spoke to reporters.

I won't pre-empt
the formal announcement to be
made by the Prime Minister.

What I can say

is that Iran and Britain have

laid a foundation upon which
our two countries and the world,
can work to build a lasting peace.

If he'd given you the story, would
you have run it? Stories, they
never achieve anything, not really.

But what you do,

MI5,

it actually makes a difference.
I mean it actually changes things.

That doesn't sound like
a journalist talking.

I don't think
I'm a journalist any more.

Let's get these machines turned on
and let's get back to work.

Someone's done something
to this chair.

A body's been found
in northern Pakistan.

I heard about Zaf and I'm sorry.

He was taken by a group
calling themselves the Red Backs.
They're here, the Red Backs.

They're here and
they're going to hit you again.

Every time, every time we offer
our people up as a sacrifice.

Well, not this time, Harry,
not this time.

We think the Americans
plan to assassinate
our president on your shores.

He has just made it very clear that
we cross the Americans at our peril.

The clock is ticking
towards your very home.

He's going to terrorise us.
I don't know what to do this time.

Don't let them take me, Adam.

Whichever way, somebody's
being sentenced to death.