All language subtitles for Spooks S06E09 x264 RB58

This is not to be negotiated...

so you go ahead, you do your job,
and you swallow it.

Proceed with the operation.

Everybody, there's a bomb.
Get under your desks.

I'd like to suggest we try
to minimise this new tension

and avoid any misunderstanding.

Forgive me if I have no
assurances to offer in response.

Not today when we're
still counting the dead.

A gun to the head of
an Iranian diplomat, live on British TV...

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

We know too much
about each other.

You betrayed everyone
who ever trusted you.

You're a traitor.

I trusted you.

You betrayed
this operation and 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.
That mustn't happen.

Walk away and don't look back.
Not ever.

- Thanks for coming.
- Hey, no problem.

Why am I here?

The US will shortly launch surgical
air strikes at Iran's nuclear facilities.

Unless the UN talk them out of it...

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

I've been told by US correspondents.
I don't need a deep throat to tell me this.

Adam, why am I here?

The sequence of events leading to this
point began with a train bomb in Tehran.

Everybody, there's a bomb.
Get under your desks.

That bomb was detonated by Ml5.

I personally couriered it to Tehran.

An officer named Zafar Younis
planted the bomb.

It turns out we acted on intelligence
fabricated by the US,

who wished to expose Iran's biological
weapons programme to the world

and thus precipitate a hot war
that we just 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 gonna give me a story
that could topple the government?

And see the home secretary
indicted for war crimes.

It could bring about such
international condemnation

that the US will be forced
to rethink its air strikes.

- It's the biggest story you'll ever break.
- If I run with a story like this...

you'll be hanging yourself.

So I need to know why.

I've had enough.

The US must be brought
to account for the mess it's made.

Those aren't the words of a spy.

Yeah, well, I don't think
I'm a spy anymore.

Listen, I need time
to sort everything out.

My resignation among them.

Give me 48 hours.

Meanwhile...

say nothing. Please.

- OK.
- 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 the fervour of those
rifling through our personal effects,

please note 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.
- In the circumstances, an excellent idea.

Cricketers?

Ben, hi.

Um, listen, are you busy?

'Cause as it turns out, I'm not.

OK.

Ben? Yes, it's Adam.

Call me back as soon as
you get this message.

I've had to bring things
forward a little bit.

I'm en route to the documents
we discussed, so...

Yeah... we need to meet. Today.

I had to give up my pass codes.
I'm really cheesed off.

My aunt used to say, "Love your enemies.
Your friends might be bastards."

You want loyalty, Malcolm
buy a dog.

- Connie, gin and tonic?
- Large.

Naturally.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Drink?
- Sure.

Hello, Connie. How are you doing?

- Are you scared?
- Yes.

You should be.

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

Always the clever one, Connie.

Davie, 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 bomb in London.

Today. A car bomb.
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 bomb 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 kill multiple targets
using a single explosive 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 bomb.

He'll use it to kill you.

If you don't turn up,
he'll kill the innocents instead,

and he'll go on killing them
until you cave in and do as he demands.

He'll never stop.

He'll contact you on that phone.

- It'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 have reason to believe there'll be
a terrorist attack in London today.

Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
Al-Qaeda? Iran? What?

A walking ghost with a death wish.

Ex-IRA killer named Davie King.

So what is it?
A Republican splinter group?

Something altogether more intimate,
I'm afraid.

Well, then, the last place you need to be
is back in the Grid.

I'll get another section onto it.

With respect, another section would have
limited application. I know King.

- I know how he thinks, how 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 NOTall we need.

I will not have suspended
intelligence officers

running about London, playing out
some moth-eaten personal vendetta,

or playing piggy in the middle
with British lives.

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

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

I'm enacting the Sunstrike Protocol.

We need to get Adam and Jo
off the streets as soon as possible.

- Harry.
- I'm invoking the Sunstrike Protocol.

There's a place you know
that belongs to me.

Be there as soon as you can.

Shit!

They warn you
when you first join the service,

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

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?

'Cause if you want
a really good laugh, ask me.

Ask me about my salary.

What's your salary?

Don't ask.

A man called Davie King has planted
a car bomb somewhere in London.

It's due to detonate at 6pm.

He's sending us after it
and wants to kill us with it.

He's done it before. It's a messy
if efficient form of mass assassination.

Is this the entire inventory?

I did find some mummified cigarettes.

Oh, a cassette tape of Led Zeppelin's
untitled fourth album.

- I've been looking for that.
- And a Model 10 Smith and Wesson

with no firing pin.
It's utterly useless, I'm afraid.

Forgive the discouraging ambience.

My interior designer was going
through a painful divorce.

Jo's not responding to
the emergency signal.

What?

- Let's get her.
- The point of the Sunstrike Protocol

is to regroup in safety.
We do our best 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 bomb.

Nuclear weapons, all of it.

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

It is NOT your right to inform them, Adam.
And it most certainly is not your job.

It's not my job anymore. I'm done with it.

Is this revenge for losing Ros? Or hadn't
you planned to take 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. Ml5, SO19...
- We can't.

Davie holds all the strings.

If we try and cut them,
he'll detonate the bomb at random.

He'll ensure innocent people
pay the price, so we stay down.

We tell Ml5 nothing.

- It would be a completely rogue operation.
- It would be protecting British lives.

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

Someone used lots of influence
to make that happen.

Whoever that someone might be
is our real enemy here,

so if you insist on walking out that door,

and alerting Ml5,

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

Pearce is pissing in his panties.

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

Once I've run them all to ground,
I'll do the deed.

First, I need a phone trace

to locate the journalist, Kaplan.

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 bit 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.
They still calling it that?

Just do the job... and no mess.

Break the terms agreed
and you'll be smeared across the road

like a skid mark.

"Snapdragon" was an IRA code word.

It was called in 40 minutes
before the Cookstown bomb in 1984.

The caller also gave the registration
of the vehicle the bomb was planted in.

BWU 731 K

will be the licence plate.

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

a little school girl, seven years old,
and two Ml5 officers.

Who were the intended targets, I take it.

Davie was Connie's man inside the IRA.

The Cookstown bomb
was his resignation.

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

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

Once the war was over, like good soldiers
we turned away from the battlefield.

He still sends me Christmas cards
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.
- Juliet.

- No.
- But if she or Yalta wants to...

- This is not Juliet.
- I know you're angry, and scared...

Do I look scared to you?

No.

But you should...

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

They know 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
due to the desire for revenge.

Oh, 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.

It isn't Juliet. She would NOT authorise
the use of a bomb in London.

- How'd 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.

Ml5. They know you're in here.

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

Hm...

So, this guy King.
What did he 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 explosives.

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.

Well, what do you know, Bob?

I don't know if there's a connection,
but we've been watching Dariush Bakhshi.

Your home secretary's policy advisor,
Jason Belling, has been to visit.

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.
- Oh, hey.

You're persona non grata, remember?

Someone else's turn to save the day.

I can't. I can't relax.
I've just got to check in.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

It's Jo.

This is Sunstrike Control,
do you understand me?

- What's your condition?
- Erm, Control, I'm fine.

You've been out of contact.

- Yeah, I had my phone off.
- Have you been home?

- No.
- Are you alone?

- Yeah.
- Good. Don't go anywhere you're known.

Be at Albert Smith in one hour.
And come alone.

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

Negative on that. This is not a drill.

Be alert to a white male,
5' 11", dark, with a ponytail.

If spotted, do not intercept.

Ditch the phone. Don't call this number.
It'll be out of commission.

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 gun.
- 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. Moscow Rules apply.

We 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.

- 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.

You might want to hear this
before you go rushing off.

Hi. Can I have a double espresso, please?

What was all that about?

Adam gave me directions
to a safe house.

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, select anything 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, er...

- at the movies.
- Sorry.

- Who are we dealing with?
- A bad man and a bomb.

In just over two hours.

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

I hope you're wearing clean underwear,
because we'd like you to strip.

Don't worry. We promise not to laugh.

Trousers first.

So, you drag me out to this shithole...

What next. We gonna have a little kiss?

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

Concerns Harry Pearce.

The spook? What about him?

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

Gorgeous.

I said... call him off.

- Carter, right? Ml5?
- You know damn well who I am.

What is it, Jason?

You found out I was planning
to blow the whistle on the Tehran bomb?

Biological weapons on
the streets of London?

If the British people found out, it'd be
the end of you, the 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 think it's smart
getting King to do your wetwork,

but you don't know what you've got
yourself into. Call him off

before it's too late.

I heard you'd gone a bit funny, but I didn't
know how funny. You're having a laugh.

He's planted a bomb.
Innocent people are going to die.

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

Think about what you're doing, if you don't
want to spend the rest of your life

medicated in a padded room, dribbling.

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.

Anything I say, you'll twist it
to fit your delusional framework.

That's what psychotics do.

I'm being visited by dead people.

Ah, so they're on to you.
Pearcie 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 bomb. That can't happen.

We won't stand for civilian deaths.

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 one place

and then blow them over
two square miles of central London.

A bullet in the base of the skull
would be quicker.

Oh, would it?

What, so now you're an expert
on the killing of multiple targets.

So, let's suppose I exexcute
one of them with a bullet to the brain.

The rest of them go underground.

You'll hunt them down for me...

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

And you'll 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 got him.
- Doesn't help.

He can't be called off
now he's got a whiff of Harry's blood.

He could be anywhere in Greater London.

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

In less than two hours
that bomb detonates.

Either scores of innocent people
die or we do.

- That's some choice.
- It's no choice at all. King knows it.

... resignation. Give me 48 hours.
Say nothing.

The registration number belongs to a 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've 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...
- 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?

Shut up and listen! If you want to live,
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.
- Ninety minutes.

We have the registration
and the time of the explosion.

King controls all the other variables,
but we don't have to take it.

We take what we know
and we use what we have.

- So, what do we have?
- Habits.

Bombmakers are creatures of habit.
They use a tried and tested method,

usually with no more than
incremental refinements.

- He's right, of course.
- 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 US president.

Air strikes in 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 war.

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 war?

Especially in the face of war.

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 his 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.

Send a message that indiscriminate
murder was not acceptable.

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.

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

- Just give me the location.
- Patience.

Patience is procrastination
without 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 bomb.

Attempt to summon emergency services
and I will detonate the bomb.

Come armed or equipped in any way
and I will detonate the bomb.

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
cooperation bonus.

If you fail to comply in any way

I will detonate the bomb.

Many will die.

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

- All clear, now?
- Give me the location.

Gabriel Plaza. The bomb
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.

He'll want direct line of sight
to confirm our presence.

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

- He'd want to be clear of the blast.
- He'll need height. A nearby building.

Most floors would be occupied,
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 bomb will be remote-detonated,

but it will have
a back-up timer mechanism.

He's caught bomb disposal units
that way before.

In another country, a long time ago.

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

and go...

- Sorry you got caught up in all this.
- Are you joking? Story of a lifetime.

I can see the front pages now.

Bylines 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'm an officer of the British Security
Services. Everybody listen to me.

Evacuate the area. Now!

Clear the area! Now!

There is a bomb here!

Leave now!

Leave the area! Now!

Leave the area!

- 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 it, Malcolm.

Go on, crawl. On your knees
and crawl back.

- Take 'em both out.
- I didn't come here to shoot 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?
- Only hurts when I breathe.

Well, don't breathe, then.

We've got just over two minutes.

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

It'd 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.

Twenty seconds. No rush.

Come on, come on.

A bullet 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 "war and peace".
- I prefer "crime and punishment".

Iran maintains that her nuclear
programme is peaceful.

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 plan is 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 bomb Iran.
Nobody has an excuse to invade Iran.

Not if their nuclear programme
is driven by these reactors.

You ordered our assassination...

- for this?
- We've been teetering on the brink of war.

Thanks to a bomb which you ordered.

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

To make it work, we need Bakhshi.

What I'm about to say
is highly classified.

The home secretary has authorised
me to make a...

My people have been maintaining
routine surveillance

on several persons of interest.

One of them is a journalist.

Ben Kaplan.

... sequence of events
leading to this point

began with a train bomb in Tehran.

That bomb was detonated by Ml5.

... 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.

Bakhshi panicked, he wouldn't cooperate.

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

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 when we could have ended it.

Peace or war, Harry. Peace or war.

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 Bakhshi is mollified,

and what needs to be kept secret

is kept secret.

- That's very...
- Very WHAT?

My duty to this country supersedes
any and all other considerations,

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

Love your enemies, Nicholas.
Your friends might be bastards.

Today, you and I may part as friends,

but if ever I have cause to learn
that we are no longer friends,

you will have cause to learn
exactly what kind of bastard I can be.

Do I make myself clear?

Leave it, sir. Nobody's coming.

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 and 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?

Some time 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 could never allow that.

- He agreed?
- Course he agreed.

And the baby?

Is it yours?

I don't know.

But nor does Bakhshi.

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

... Downing Street hinted that
Britain and Iran will make

what has been described at
an unprecedented joint announcement

regarding Iran's nuclear
development programme.

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 never achieve anything,
not really.

But what you do, Ml5,

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

Doesn't sound like a journalist talking.

I don't think I'm a journalist anymore.

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
called the Redbacks.

They're here. The Redbacks.

They're here and they'll hit you again.

We keep offering our people as
a sacrifice. Well, not this time, Harry.

The US plans to assassinate
our president on your shores.

Hogan's made it clear that
we cross the US at our peril.

The clock is ticking towards
your very own Beslan.

They're just trying
to terrorise us. Soften us up.

- I don't know what to do.
- Don't let them take me, Adam.

Somebody's being sentenced to death.