08x04 - Nemesis

[bunniefuu]

I've been approached.
By whom? Somebody high up. He had

grave concerns about
a plot to challenge the world order
as we know it. He was scared.

Sit!

An underground bunker, that
must be where they're holding them.

Don't sh**t, I'm unarmed!

I sent her in there
because of something the
Home Secretary asked me to look into.

Attends, attends, attends!

g*nsh*t

g*nsh*t

SHE SOBS

Just tell him.

Hmm?

Just tell him. Get me vetted
and cleared. No-one'll mind.

Which of course you've done
with your boss.

Yeah, but I'm not thinking about
my boss when I should be asleep.

What is it with you
and Harry Pearce anyway?

Harry and me? Mm.

It's a sexual thing.

SHE CHUCKLES

Well...

..now you're getting me jealous.

MAN CHOKES

They've k*lled him!

HE BANGS DOOR

They've k*lled him, those b*stard
guards have k*lled him!

DISTORTED: 'Lucas!'

'Lucas North!'

'Lucas North!'

'Lucas North.'

GLASS SMASHING

HE GASPS

She convinced me to come back.

I know.

She really believed in it.

What we're doing.

More than any of us. More than you?

Was she the only reason you returned?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Wasn't there something you
wanted to talk to me about?

I asked you here because I needed
to talk about Jo to someone.

B-But there was
something else too.

There'll always be
something else, Ruth.

Are you OK? I'm waking at 5am,
seeing her.

That'll go on for a while.

Her parents want a quiet funeral.
Just friends and family.

I'd want the same.

They've cleared her desk already.

Yup. That's HR for you.

Unbeatable efficiency.
You all right?

Yeah I'm fine, thanks. Harry's
already done the pastoral care.

I thought you were keeping
your Boston beauty a secret.

Poetry? Not exactly.

I need you to see this.

There was a riot at Clarksdale
Immigration Centre in north Kent
earlier this morning.

One detainee dead, one escaped.
Who escaped?

This man. Came into the country
a week ago as "Maxim Szell".

Had a Hungarian passport but no visa.

Now watch this.

What's he saying?

I think it's someone's name.

Whose? Mine.

Who is he, Lucas?

Grebe.

Lucas, who is he?

Oleg Darshavin.

MAN CRIES OUT IN PAIN

Russian military officer, decorated
for bravery in Afghanistan.

His reward was to be given
the role of FSB chief interrogator

at the Lushanka Interrogation Camp,


Tasked with interrogating you.

So what is he doing here?

He wants to see me.

That's what "grebe" means,
it's a bird.

Lushanka was
surrounded by marshland.

He used to take me
for walks between sessions.

I told him about the Thames
Estuary, I used to go there
with my father on holiday.

He joked that one day
we'd go bird watching together
by the Tilbury Water Tower.

I'm not delivering
you into an FSB trap.

If Oleg Darshavin has come
to the UK without FSB approval...

We don't know that he's here
without approval... But if he has.

Harry, if Darshavin
is chief interrogator,

he would have interrogated Russian
dissidents, Chechen t*rrorists,
al-Qaeda suspects.

He'll report directly to
the FSB inner circle in Moscow.

He'd be our most valuable
intelligence catch in 20 years.

Go together.

I know why you're worried.

I'll look after him.

Tell me about Oleg Darshavin.

Well, he's quite the Anglophile.

Loved the Victorian social
novelists. Put me to shame of
my knowledge of Anthony Trollope.

He won't see me if you're there.

I know.

Tell him you lost me.

RUSSIAN ACCENT: 'Undress and
put on the boiler suit.'

What now? 'Now we talk.'

I came alone.

So this is Dickens' country.

Reminds me of my home.

We don't have long before
they come to find me.

Three weeks ago

there was a new arrival in Lushanka.

An African. We caught him on
the north-east Chechen border,

training for a terror attack.

An attack where? Here. In UK.

After a little chat,
we discovered the details.

GASPING, ELECTRICAL BUZZING

A major attack on British soil

already in the final stages
of preparation.

A team of five operatives.

All Sudanese-born
but living in Britain

and recruited one year ago through
a Muslim charity in North London.
What's the target?

I relayed the intelligence to
my superiors in Moscow and awaited
further instructions. None came.

Three days later,

my Sudanese prisoner

had disappeared.

As you and I both know,

no-one escapes from Lushanka.

What's the target? Here's the deal.

We meet in Central London.

You bring me a UK passport
with my photograph and a false name.

You bring me a million dollars
in mixed currencies. All used notes.

And I tell you the target.

We don't do deals. Then you will
have to find the target on your own.

Where do I go?

White Cube gallery. One o'clock.

Come alone, Mr Gray. No tail.

Show me respect.

Your American source was right -
the Intercontinental Hotel in Basel

hosted this meeting
earlier in the year.

It was 25 guests and all names and
passports on the booking are false.

We're hearing chatter that
intelligence agents were involved.

But we don't know who else
was there. Thank you, Ruth.
Keep this to yourself.

Dealing with Darshavin is
our priority at the moment.

I have to go, I'm picking up
one of Malcolm's old dead drops.

Samuel Walker, please.

We can't get much information.

Unidentified government agents
meeting in Switzerland.

Talk of a new world order.
Nothing confirmed.

But given our intel came from an
American, I thought you should know.
I'll do some digging.

And just when we thought
everyone was at last getting on
the same page.

So much for a united world
under a new leader.

Are you implying we may both have
some bad apples in our cart?

Implying nothing.
Merely giving information.

You were always
a wise old bird, Harry.

That's why we're both still here.
PHONE BEEPS

I have to go.

I want everything we have
on radicalism among Sudanese
Muslims in North London.

We're looking for a charity
that was active six months ago
and recently gone quiet.

Let's raise security
across London. We may need to
close down all transport.

What do we have on Sudan?

Islamic governments in Khartoum have
been known to harbour terror groups
connected to al-Qaeda in the past.

Britain's also been particularly
aggressive over ethnic
cleansing in Darfur.

So lots of angry Sudanese
looking to get back at us.
And al-Qaeda exploit that anger.

They recruit a British-based
Sudanese cell and train
them in Chechnya.

It's a new cell so we're unlikely
to have intel on them. It's perfect.
If it exists.

What do you mean, "if"?

If Darshavin is telling the truth.

Harry, we are talking
about the potential for major
British casualties, here.

We have to assume the worst.

Ros. Information's just come in.

The One Light charity in North
London recruited volunteers

earlier this year for aid work
in Islamic north Africa.

It advertised in Sudanese papers
but there's no record of it
in the charities register

and nothing's been heard since.
Let's get special ops there.

I want a list of all the
calls out of that office in
the last six months.

We have three hours
before Lucas meets Darshavin.

Proceed as if this is
a credible threat and establish
all potential targets.

Glad to see you still like
to get your hands dirty.

How's the op going?

Slow, but you know how it goes.
Have a seat.

Are you sleeping with Lucas North?

Firstly, I'm duty bound to
give you an official reprimand.

Consider yourself soundly chastised.

And secondly?

Keep the relationship going.

You don't suspect Lucas? I suspect
everyone. It's in my nature.

Just keep close to him,
see what you can find. OK?

OK.

This is the raid on
the One Light charity.

The office was deserted.
The phone in the office

was used repeatedly to call
five different pay as you go mobiles

over the last three months
but all the lines are now dead.

Five mobiles, five operatives.

So the Sudanese were using the
office to coordinate the operation.

The attack's about to happen
so they closed it.

The office also called
this number last week.

What is that? I've no idea.

I can't trace it. A Russian
military phone. Coded number.
No way of tracking the recipient.

Ruth, chase up any other
leads from that office.

Post, couriers, anything
that can help identify them.

Russia learns about a Sudanese
attack and rather than alerting us,
it supports it. Why?

To give them greater leverage
to deal with t*rrorists
in their own backyard?

We make this public, we risk
diplomatic meltdown. Talk to
the FSB. See what they know.

I'll call the Cabinet office. Tariq.
I need a simulation of London
phone call. Sudanese to Sudanese.

It needs to mention an attack
on the UK. Codes, the lot.
Good enough to fool the FSB.

Hang on. you want the FSB to know
that we know about the attack? Yeah,
see if we can draw them out.

And you need to lose
Nancy Drew for a few days. What?

It's too sensitive. She's a risk.

May I have a word? Yeah.

It's about that asset of Malcolm's.

A computer-obsessed recluse
called Nick Manning.

Yes. The geek patriot.

Manning spends his entire life
hacking into various
British security systems...

..and pointing out
our various weaknesses.

Yes. Well, he's missed
his monthly dead drop.

He's been an asset
for the last eleven years.

I looked up his address on
the archives and went round there.

But he's disappeared.

Is that unusual? Very.

He's never missed a drop.

I found this stuck to his computer.

The number doesn't exist.

I think he's telling us something.

Well, given we have a major
terror threat on our soil, I think
Mr Manning will have to wait.

Manning's an expert
on African terrorism.

What if he's warning us about
the Sudanese attack? Any proof?

No. Well, then let's work
with what we have.

So the major issue is,
do we install an IT system so complex
that no terror cell would ever

be able to infiltrate our comms,
but have the small problem that we
may never be able to understand it?

Course, Langley are being
told to cut budgets,

so we could be building the biggest
digital white elephant since....

..I undressed and danced naked
on the tables at Kuala Lumpur.

Hmm?

Just checking you're still
with me there. Sorry.

What's bugging you?

I have to cancel this evening.

Something's come up
and I have to go away. I'm sorry.

Well...that's a waste of shellfish.

Thank you for finding
the time to help us, Boris.

That's why Moscow
sent me to London.

To cement relations
between our two countries
in this brave new world of ours.

And we appreciate it very much.

I know that Russia has
some influence over Sudan.

This was recorded from
a London payphone.

There is a transcript.
It mentions an attack on London.

Tomorrow.

MUFFLED VOICES ON RECORDING

Just to be clear, you are not
accusing Russia of any involvement
in this? None whatsoever.

Good. Because I can assure you,
it has nothing to do with us.

May I,
in the spirit of collaboration,
ask a question in return? Of course.

A friend of a friend
has disappeared.

They want him back.

Another FSB Adonis.
You don't know him?

I could discreetly ask around.

He claimed the Russians know nothing
about the attack. They're lying.

He also showed me a photo of
Oleg Darshavin. Tried to elicit
a response out of me.

Poor fool.

The Russians want him back. Badly.

Harry, I know you
don't trust Darshavin.

But we're not getting anywhere.
We have to let Lucas meet him again.

OK.

Right, let's go.

One British passport.

I've installed satellite encryption
in the coding so we can
track him anywhere.

It'll be like having his own little
sat nav. Take it out. He'll know.
Not with this one, he won't.

Tariq. Trust me. He will know. OK.

What about the money?
No money.

Not until the target is confirmed.
Non-negotiable. OK.

Lucas, he tortured you
for four years...

I'm fine.

Be careful.

I'm at the White Cube.

Hi. I'm supposed to be
meeting someone here.

Are you Mr Gray? Yes.

Mr Wilde left a message for you.
Thank you.

He's leaving the gallery.

He's dropped his wire.
What are you playing at, Lucas?

I'm with you Mr Wilde.
It's just you and me.

'Alpha team, we've lost comms
with Echo One.'

'Visual on echo one.'

Maintain eyeball.

'He's entering Waterstones
in Piccadilly.'

OK, don't crowd him.

Tariq, get me the bookshop CCTV.

'Entering Waterstones now.

'Ground floor, lost eyeball.'

Come on...

'Ground floor clear.
Heading for level one.'

ELECTRONIC BUZZ
Found you.

DARSHAVIN: 'Good. You need to
lose your tail. Go to exit 5, three
floors up. Use the fire escape.

'Make your way to the street.'

'First floor clear, still no visual.'

Check out all floors.
He's deliberately trying to lose us.

'Heading to second floor.'

Where the hell are you?

I'm out.

'Building clear. I've lost him.'

He won't risk meeting in the open.

Check out all safe houses.

We need to find him, we're running
out of time. We need another lead.

Well, the One Light office
received a recorded delivery two
weeks ago. I'm checking it out now.

'Have you lost them?' Affirmative.

'Go to the Eros statue.'

'Someone is following you.'

Oleg, I lost my tail. I know I did.

'A mistake, Lucas.

Did you speak to the Russians?
Nobody spoke to the Russians.

I'm disappointed.

'The deal is off.'

Oleg, we can't stop now.

Oleg talk to me.

All right, fine,

you wanna abort, we'll abort.

Ros.

Still nothing?

I shouldn't have let him go.
Darshavin wouldn't have
trusted anybody else.

Or been able to manipulate them.

You are lucky I chose to trust you.

Where are we?

My flat. That's risky.

It's the one place
they'll never think to look.

We've confirmed that the FSB

are involved in
the Sudanese operation.

Fast work.

Thank you.
That must have been hard to get.

What's the target?
Where's the money?

Of course.

You give me the target,
then you get your money.

I give you the target,
you can let me hang.

I won't do that.
Just a reminder, Lucas -

I supervised your interrogation
for four years.

You tortured me.

Are you playing a game with me?

Are you?

You have to trust me.

I'll get you the money.

I'll get you a whole new life.

But I need information on
the Sudanese t*rrorists.

And I need the target.

KEYS JANGLE, TURN IN LOCK

Who is she?! She's my girlfriend.

She's just my girlfriend, Oleg!

What is she doing here?

I don't know. I told her
I was away. Oleg, wait!

I...I...

I didn't believe he was going.
I thought he was having an affair.
So I just came to check. I'm sorry.

Do you know what job he does?

Yes, of course,
he's Police Special Branch.

So why don't you
believe he goes away?

I'm sorry,
we're still quite new to this.

Can you please just let me go?

It's my fault. What job does she do?
She's a lawyer.

Prove it.

Here, call the number.

'Carver Adams, Vanessa Fitzgerald's
office. How can I help?'

I would like to speak to
Vanessa Fitzgerald, please.

'Vanessa's in court this afternoon.
Can I take a message?'

I'll get rid of her.

No-one need know she was here.
We can continue with this.

Oleg, she's just my girlfriend! Come
on, you know me better than this.

It's a big mistake Lucas,
to play games with me.

Remember...
I know every inch of your mind.

If you go now

MI5 will think you're playing me.

They already suspect.

You have to give me something.

The prisoner I interrogated.

His operational name is
Omar Salim al Khaled.

How will I find you?

I'll find you.

Take off your shirt.

What? Do it!

Jesus, Lucas.

Put it back on.

Why are you here?

I told you that I was away.

You were going to bug the flat.

Lucas, wait...
Who knows you are here?

No-one. Who!

OK! OK! I've been told to keep
an eye on you. Who by?
Who d'you think? Why?

Because someone in the CIA
suspects you of being a double agent.

What?
There's something going down.

All sorts of rumours,
stuff I don't even know about.

They're looking for someone who might
be involved. And they think you are.

They think you've got
Harry Pearce in the palm of
your hand and you're making moves.

When you meet weird Russians in your
flat, I don't know what to think.

So you think I was a double agent?

I never did. That's why I agreed to
this. I thought they were wrong.

I didn't want them
crawling all over here.

All over us.

That's why you're with me.
That's not true.

Isn't it? No!

Who is that man?

No. You do not get
to know who he is.

Go on. Go back to your bosses.

And you tell them that
I'm just a bit too busy
to be a traitor right now.

Who is he?

What is he doing to you?

Get out.

PHONE RINGS

Yup.

I've hit some trouble with
Lucas North. I couldn't do it.

OK, forget Lucas North for now.

Listen, I've got some intel on
Harry Pearce's possible global
conspiracy. Get to the tower ASAP.

Yeah. Will do.

Drive.

PHONE RINGS
'Ros.'

You went off comms.
Where are you?

Yeah sorry about that. Lucas, you
told me you were in control of this.

At least tell me
you've got the target.

Listen.

The prisoner that Darshavin
interrogated is using the
name Omar Salim al Khaled.

Lucas!

Where was he calling from?
His flat. He met him in his flat?

Omar Salim al Khaled is flagged as
living in a squat in Bethnal Green.

It's a renowned drugs house.
We've already got an asset in there.

I'm going to make contact.

Thank you.

The recorded delivery to One Light.

It was a delivery of stationery.
The stationery company is
emailing me copies now.

Here it is. Rencon Solutions.

Doesn't exist.
There's no such company.

It's a front.

Are they using the Rencon paperwork
to get into somewhere they wouldn't
otherwise be able to access?

Rencon.

Rencon.

I think Nick Manning found out
about the cover being used by the
Sudanese... Rencon Solutions.

You think he knows the target? Well.
That's what's so frustrating. He's
hiding what he knows out of fear.

But he knows about the attack,
I'm sure of it. Then prove it.

I don't have much but it's
really, really good.

How old are you? 28.

Why?

You look like
someone I used to know.

What do you mean, "Used to know"?

She died.

That's a bad feeling.

There's a room
at the end of the corridor.

On the first floor.



There's a Sudanese guy in there.
He never leaves the room.

I need to get a bug in there.

There's a dealer in
the room next door.

His name's Tom.

Be careful.

Tariq, if you were a
computer genius... If?

Right of course, sorry...

And you were in hiding

but you wanted to give me a crucial
piece of information in a way that
was untraceable,

how would you do it?

I'd hide it. On the web.

How? Er.

There'll be a key,
through a search engine.

Something only you would know.

For example,

the telephone number on this card.

That's it!

It must be the time and
location of the attack.

Nick Manning, you clever boy.

I'm looking for Tom.

You took him to your flat.

He wasn't trusting me,
I had to show faith.

That breaks just about every protocol
ever written. Move house.

Never liked the place.

Anything else, then? No nothing. Why?

You invited a man who tortured you
into your private space. What do you
think a psychologist would say?

No idea but I have a feeling
it might be in Latin.

They'd say that you are suffering
from Stockholm syndrome.

You are somehow still in love with
your captor.

Well, they'd be wrong.

Why didn't he give you the target?
Why didn't we offer him the money?
It's all about trust, isn't it?

PHONE VIBRATES

If he contacts you,
you bring it through me,
no more unilateral decisions.

You do everything by the book,
is that clear?

You must be Tom.

Bug going in now. Tariq,
are you getting anything?

'Doing frequency check now.'

'Ros, we're good. Bug active.'

Let me know as soon as
you hear anything.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Lucas. Where is she?

She called CIA HQ,
made a report on you.

Said she had to split from you.

I'm very sorry to hear that.
What have you done with her?

She's tied up alone with me.

Remember how that feels, Lucas?

Let me talk to her.

Sarah.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I'm going to get you out of there.

Could you hurry up?

Tell me where you are? Enough.

If you touch her, I will k*ll you.

I trusted you! I will get you
your money but I need the target!

What you need is no longer
important to me. Wait.

No. You wait.

PHONE RINGS

'The plan's been changed,

'a new directive. Go to the window.'

Ros, get in there now!

Harry. Al Khaled's dead.

The Russians knew we were coming.

Bring Gulyanov in now.

PHONE RINGS

Lucas, where the hell are you?

Darshavin's got Sarah Caulfield
as a hostage.

Can I presume there's something
you're not saying?

I've lost control of him
and I don't know what to do.
Al Khaled is dead.

Get in here now,
we're taking the direct route.

What you have done is an outrage!

You can't just drag me in here
and not expect consequences.

Calm down, Boris and spare
me the righteous indignation.
We don't have time.

'The plan's been changed.'

'There's a new directive.'

'Go to the window.'

g*nsh*t ON TAPE

A Sudanese terror cell, trained by
al-Qaeda and sponsored by the FSB.

That is not true!

We have it on that tape.
That is an FSB satellite
phone, a Russian voice.

'The plan's been changed.

'There's a new directive.
Go to the window.'

It has nothing to do with us.

Why did you show me a photograph
of Oleg Darshavin?

You know who he is?

Darshavin was almost k*lled
by FSB operatives

because he'd interrogated a Sudanese
t*rror1st inside Lushanka.

A t*rror1st you then released!

Not true. Yes, true!

Maybe not. Play that again.

'The plan's been changed.'

'There's a new directive.'

'Go to the window.'

g*nsh*t ON TAPE

That's Oleg Darshavin.
I don't understand.
It means you were right, Harry.

He's been playing us all along.

Darshavin did interrogate
the Sudanese prisoner.

He did discover a terror
attack planned for British soil.

But he didn't tell his superiors.

He saw a way out.

So he helped the prisoner escape.

k*lled his fellow interrogator.

Faked his own death and made
his way here. To me. Why you?

Because I have access to money,
money that would set him free from
his past. And because he trusts me.

And he doesn't now? I don't know.

But he's continuing
with the operation.

We're studying CCTV of the
square mile for between


Ros is heading into the city and
special ops are standing by at
six different meeting points.

Then once we know the target,
we'll give the green light.

Nothing overt till my say-so.

I'm heading back to the marshes.
Where are you?

I'm in the Square Mile.

Ros, I think he may try to play me.

Take the money, disappear,
and let the attack happen.
Well, why would he do that?

He wants to punish me for lying to
him about Sarah.

Oleg Darshavin thinks he owns me.
This would be his ultimate victory.

Then prove him wrong.

I'm waiting.

Lucas is just about to arrive.

Harry, look at this.

Rencon solutions-
the b*mb must be in the truck.

Find out what that building is.

Northfield Insurance. There's the
address. Ros, it's Northfield
Insurance, 12 Dublin lane.

Hurry, Ros. Thousands of people work
in that building.

Oleg!

Oleg!

I've got the money.

Where is it? In the car.

Don't be stupid, Lucas.

If I give you the money,
you'll k*ll her to punish me.

If you don't give me the money,
I k*ll her and thousands
of other people.

Trust me.

PHONE RINGS

Ros?

Lucas. I'm at Northfield
Insurance Building.

I've located a multiple thermo
device. There's no time to evacuate.

The only way to stop it is to
get the code from Darshavin.

I need the code.

Three thousand people, Oleg.

Give me the money. You owe me!

I owe you nothing!
Lucas... Sixty seconds.

Four years you kept me in solitary.

Four years of t*rture.
That was not my decision.
Days of beatings.

Then weeks alone so that I'd
crave the beatings just to
know that someone was there.

I was always there for you.
Making sure that you were
the only one I could talk to.

Pushing me to break,
so that you could be the one to
come and pick up the pieces.

I saved your life! You destroyed me!

And then you chose to let me live!

But that does not mean that
I owe you. I owe you nothing!


The deal is still on the table.

The money. A new life.

But you give me the code.









The four Sudanese have been
arrested at Paddington. They're
being taken for interrogation.

Lucas is in the car.

Is everything in place for
Darshavin? As planned.
What about Sarah?

She's safe.

Good.

This is not the way to the airport.

I have something for you.

Information.

A covert meeting in
Basel, Switzerland.

Something you should be aware of.

A world summit of rogue intelligence.

Agents from the West.
Even a Chinese presence.
Why are you telling me this?

Be careful who you trust.

Goodbye, Oleg.

I have to say this, Lucas. Sarah
Caulfield should have been
formally vetted through me.

I know.

Now is not the time for a post mortem
on Darshavin, I know.

He told me something about a secret
meeting in Switzerland.

Western intelligence agents
and the Chinese.

He told me to trust no-one.
Why would he say that?

I have no idea.

You get some rest.

This meeting in
Switzerland troubles me.

Because...

Western elements. South Asians.

Chinese. A strange kaleidoscope.

Is Lucas North involved?

To be honest, I don't know.

When I looked into flight bookings
for the Basel group I discovered
a US credit card was used.

You suspect one of our guys?

The new administration isn't
as popular as you might think.

Now the card wasn't
traceable so I can't be sure.

So what's the next move?

I've asked Swiss immigration for
photographs of all passengers flying
into Basel that week.

I should get
the information tonight.

I just wanted to see how you were.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, sorry.

I just haven't been able to feel
anything for a long time.

Look. I don't really
know where we stand.

So if you want me to leave...

Stay.

I love you so much.

Did Walker say what he wanted?

Just that it was about Basel

and that it went to the heart
of the Intelligence services.

Less than an hour later he was dead.

We need to find out what
went on inside that building.

Do you recognise the
man who did this to you?

Contact all serving officers.

We're all at risk.

Goodbye, Ros.