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CLEANSKIN
(2012)

Iraq has increased the level
of its oil reserves

by 24% since Saddam
Hussein was removed.

The country has 133.1
billion barrels

of extractable oil

up from 115 billion barrels
estimated previously.

- Under Saddam Hussein...
- Fucking bitch!

Political isolation meant
little new exploratory work

was undertaken.

Closer to home, with the government
way ahead in the opinion polls,

the focus of debate in the upcoming
general election today

switched from the economy
to the domestic terror threat.

The government claims
that domestic terror groups

fractured since Osama
Bin Laden's death,

and due to increased
cooperation with key Middle...

Unbelievable!

People have no idea about the shit
storm that's about to go down.

Is this thing real?

Don't play with it.

Have I lost weight?

Was gonna say you
look different.

I've lost weight.
I mean, I feel good.

It's 50 short.

Get her out of here.

What about my money?

Get your hands off me.

Don't touch me!

You're still fat, Harry.

- Get off!
- Bitch.

Yeah.

OK. Now.

Follow them.

Take a left here, head
to the center of town.

I'm going in.

There's too many people.

They're gonna go upstairs, find
there's no one there and that'll be it.

No.

Give me your fucking gun.

Wait here.

Excuse me, sir.

Move!

He never stated his destination?

He gave his driver
instructions as we went along.

He never suspected
who you worked for?

No.

The Semtex?

It was taken.

I placed a tracer in one of the blocks
the night before.

The tracer went offline
when the attack took place.

We're tying to kick-start
it remotely now.

The perpetrators knew we were
gonna be there at that time.

They knew where we were going.

And you didn't stop them?

Perhaps you don't
belong here any more.

So we've no idea to whom the Semtex
was to be delivered?

No.

You and I, Charlotte, in five.

Difficult times. He's getting
pressures from on high.

You did what you could, Ewan.

Charlotte?

Oh.

Present from my ex-husband.

Get that seen
to and get some rest.

On my break. I've got
two minutes left.

No, I'm not smoking.

I'm not inhaling, I'm walking.

I'm out of breath cos I had
to rush back from lunch.

Tuna sandwich. Tuna
sandwich and some crisps,

and a chocolate biscuit
and a coffee, no sugar.

Hey, we gonna go for drinks?
Make it...

about quarter past, yeah?

How's Dad?
And the fence?

The garden fence.

Just tell him to wait and I'll help
him the next time I'm up

because his back won't hold up.
I'll get time off. It's not a problem.

I don't know when. I'll let
you know when I know.

Hey, one minute. It's a good job.
Gives me time to drink.

Think, I said think!

About whatever. I've got
my degree, I can do what I want.

Look, I've gotta go, I'm late.
Yep, I love you too.

Bye. Bye, bye, bye.

Sorry.

See ya.

Can I help you, sir?
Table for one?

Almost there.

How did you do it?

Slipped.

Doing something strenuous?

Your girlfriend
will love the scar.

Sexy.

Wife.

Come back in two days,
take the stitches out.

Might still be here.

Back in a minute
with some painkillers.

Yeah.

It's been confirmed

that a suicide bombing
occurred earlier today

at 12:30 in the busy South
London restaurant, Driscoll's.

With currently confirmed
casualties of 20

and with more understood
to be injured.

The restaurant was full
of lunchtime customers,

including a large
meeting being held

by the 2004 Committee,

an organization which had
Middle East energy interests

and championed the Iraq war.

Three backbench
MPs were members.

All are believed to be
amongst the fatalities.

The same Semtex that was stolen
was used in the bombing.

An element in Whitehall feels
that Obama's inclusive doctrine

has spread across the Atlantic
and has made us complacent.

They're pushing
for sweeping changes.

If they discover that the Semtex
was being monitored by us

and that we could
have stopped it...

I don't need to tell you
the repercussions for this government,

especially
with the election looming.

The clock is ticking
on all of us.

It's just you
and I here, Charlotte.

What can you do for me?

We are here to remember
Corporal Peter Walcott Tiernan,

taken from us in the service
of Queen and country in Afghanistan.

He bravely answered his country's call,
and leaves a loving wife, Louise,

his brothers, lan and Daniel,
and his mother, Margaret.

It's at times like these
that we must find strength and peace

in the memories
of what he meant to us,

an honorable son and brother.

He was older than his 25 years
and was the one his family relied upon

since losing their father
at an early age.

He undertook his responsibilities
with dignity and strength

and maintained
a strong family bond.

Remember he said he had
a trial for United?

He said he missed out cos
he was too fast.

You remember, sir?

Yeah, I remember.

Last letter I got
from him, he...

He said the regiment weren't
the same since you left.

- How are you, mate?
- How do I look like I am?

Cold makes it hurt
like a bastard.

I can't sleep properly.

What happened there?

Ah, some stupid accident.

- Is that your wife?
- Yeah.

Thinks I'm some sort of invalid.

She can't stop fussing.

You should be thankful.

See that bomb they set
off in London?

It was on the news. It never ends.
None of it.

What was the point
of Pete dying, sir?

Dying in some shithole
country for nothing.

- What was the fucking point?
- What's the matter with you?

Have some respect
for him, for his family.

You got hurt, but you're here.
You're alive.

Listen to me,

We move on.

What's here and now,
that's all that matters, all right?

Go back to your wife.

If you need help,

you can always find me.

We stick together, all of us.

Have you moved on, sir?
From what happened?

Hello?

A car will be downstairs
in 15 minutes.

I'm Mark.

Baby daughter.

Take the path through the wood.
You'll find her at the other end.

Bit of a walk.

You've seen the news.
20 dead, scores injured.

Semtex was used. You understand?

Perpetrator?

It was strapped to his jacket,
self-detonated.

No details on who he was.

CCTV (Closed-circuit TV)
have no clear images.

There's nothing left of him.

We're bound by procedure.

In this situation, we cannot
afford those constraints.

This is off-reservation.
It's why you're at my home.

I want you to find
who's responsible

and stop him in whatever
way you feel fit.

Let it be done quickly.

It'll be you and Mark.
He's young but capable.

Very good with a gun, I hear.

I want it low-tech,
old trade craft.

If you get caught,
I don't want evidence.

I'll supply technical backup
and the sweep and clean.

No luck yet with the tracer
you planted in the Semtex

but we did find something
curious of your man Harry.

No bullets in his automatic.
Any thoughts?

Maybe.

You're my hands on this,
Ewan, my conscience.

Wipe it clean.

No loose ends.

Where's Harry?

Fat cheapskate owes me money.

Harry's dead.

I want you to think carefully, more
carefully than you've ever thought.

Was there anything...

Anything unusual happened
in the last few days?

Anything you know
but you're not telling me?

Dead? What are you
talking about?

I'm leaving.

You took the bullets from his gun.
Why?

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

I don't have time to waste.

I know you know something and I'm
not leaving until you talk,

one way or another.

Talk.

I don't know anything. Please.

By the time I'm
through with your face,

nobody's going to wanna look
at you, let alone pay to fuck you.

He said nothing would happen.

What?

- He told me it was just business.
- Who did?

- A client.
- Which client? Tell me about him.

- Young guy, said his name was Paul.
- Paul?

I saw him regular for two months.
He wanted to know stuff about Harry.

- What stuff?
- What he was up to, his routine,

he paid me extra.

I told him useless stuff -
who he met, what time, his routine,

- just useless stuff.
- What about the bullets?

Said it was a joke
to take them out.

Said Harry showed up with a gun.
He wanted to teach him a lesson.

Where did you meet him?
What did he look like?

At his house. Expensive place.

Short hair, brown, slim, could
pass for Greek or Italian

but he was an Arab.

- How do you know?
- I have Arab friends.

I know what the language sounds like.
Heard him speaking it on the phone.

You know his address?

When the bomb went off,
there was a flash,

and then there
was lots of smoke.

A lot of glass flying. There
was a lot of people on the ground.

Horrendous, huge explosion...

I don't know. I just felt
it more than anything else.

Ash.

Jesus.

How have you been?

Good, yeah. You?

Yeah, I'm good.

Do you, uh, live around here?

No, I'm just... Coffee.

It's good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

I have to go. I'm
late for something.

Listen, um...
Do you have a number?

If you... If you give
me yours, I can...

- If I can get this thing to work.
- It's all right, give me yours.

I'll tap into this.

Um... OK.

07950...

956958.

Got it.

Look, I have to go. I'm really
late for something, but...

Really nice to see you again.

Horrific. What we saw
was devastation.

It was just horrific, really.
It was like being in a war zone.

It was crazy
and I heard screams.

People like, kind of injured,
and their clothes were all, like...

Everyone was just
covered in dust.

We have with us today
Crispin Jones,

who is an intelligence expert.

Crispin, what are your thoughts
about the recent spate of bombings?

Well, I think it's too
early for us to speculate

as to who's involved, but, um,

the hallmarks of the bombing
really do point

to home-grown Islamic terrorism.

The cowardly way the bombs
were lit in a public place,

the nature of the types
of explosives, and it seems to be...

Off you go.

Hi.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, you know where it is.

So why are you here?

You always said if I needed
any help I could speak to you.

I need money.

Can I get a drink?

Yeah, sure.

Get your fucking hands up!

- You got me into this!
- Fucking whore!

- Get your hands up!
- Fucking bitch!

- Get away from him!
- You got me into this!

Check outside.

- Hello?
- Why'd you hang up?

Yeah, I didn't know what to say.

Why didn't you move your lips
and something would have come out.

Listen, are you free to meet?

It's a bright, sunny
morning in London town,

with highs in the early 20s...

Coming up, lots of new music
and a few other surprises in store.

It's nine minutes past eight...

Time for some music.

It's Blur, from their last
album, Think Tank.

I love this song.

Oh, God, it's gonna stay
in my head for the whole day now.

Shooting star?

It's going
out in beautiful flames.

You remember I said that I was late
a couple of weeks ago?

Yeah.

Well, I came on the other day.

Aren't you relieved?

I'm disappointed, actually.

I mean, obviously, that kid would have
my good looks and massive brain.

When do I get to meet your mum?

Well, you'd have to put
some clothes on first.

You haven't told her
about me, have you?

Is it cos I'm not
a nice Muslim girl?

She doesn't know

that you're a bacon-eating,
lager-drinking sex maniac?

John Major signed a peace
treaty with Sinn Féin

because the IRA's violent
actions forced him to.

Gery Adams changed from a terrorist
to a politician but it was violence

and legal action that forced the change.
Not one lawyer was involved.

Gery Adams is a murderer.

This is a law class. It's not
a political forum for you to...

Actually, in today's context
he is recognised and accepted.

He's being invited to have tea
with the Prime Minister, for fuck's sake.

Ash, just keep it civilized.

I'm sorry.

Cos he matched them
with violence.

I mean, look at Israel, created
through a violent struggle

and now it's an internationally
recognised state.

In America, the American
forefathers fought the British,

beat them hands down,
and now what are they?

They're the biggest
superpower on this planet.

Why? Because violence
is the supreme authority

all authorities derive
their power and legitimacy from.

Law is completely irrelevant
in the face of true force.

That applies to any country.

And what's your country?

Ash.

Can I have a word?

You may be smart but you
are close to failing.

It's a "D", I'm afraid.

I can handle this.

Ash, do you really
want to practice law?

- Ash?
- Don't worry.

"All right, I'm coming out."

"You, coming out now."

"Any man I see outside I'm
going to shoot."

"Any son of a bitch
who starts to shoot at me."

"I'm going to shoot them, too."

"Then I'm going to kill
all his friends, his family,"

"and then second
generation, everybody."

"Then I'm going to burn
their house down."

It's Unforgiven, you know?

Clint Eastwood after he's killed
everyone for murdering his friend,

played by the noble Morgan Freeman.
Oh, man, great actor.

I'm Nabil. You are?

- I'm Ash.
- Ah, Ash.

Like cigarette ash.

It's not your real name, huh?

Don't be ashamed
of who you are, huh?

Short for Ashraf, yes?

You look how they've killed
Muslims, huh,

in Bosnia, Chechnya, Kosovo.

And now they've invaded
Iraq for the bloody oil.

Come to one of my meetings.

Here, take... Take, uh...
Take some of these, yeah?

Take five, you give
them to your friends.

You have friends, don't you?

Your face!

Hey!

Oh, Allah wouldn't be pleased!

Sorry, what did you say?

- What were you guys doing in there?
- Just a little pick-me-up.

Were you doing
that shit with him?

Ash, don't start. I'm
not in the mood.

Come on, come on.

- Oh!
- Oh!

You all right?

- Let's go.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Easy!

Get off me! God.

Come here.

Ash, I'm sorry.

What the fuck's the matter
with you, huh?

Tying to make me look
like a fucking idiot?

- No.
- Doing that shit with him, huh?

That fucking prick.

What were you doing
in the fucking toilets, huh?

- Nothing.
- Sucking his cock?

- I'm sorry.
- Was he feeling...

- Fuck off!
- Come on, Ash.

Just as long as you have
a fucking great time,

you know, fucking get wasted.

You don't give a shit
about anything, do you?

- You don't care about anything.
- Look, I'm sorry.

Listen, look, I'm sorry, OK?

I'm sorry.

I promise I won't do it again.

This is the last time, OK?

You know I love you.

We must rise up against these
Western pigs

who occupy our lands.

Who come at us with smiles
to take what's ours

and turn us against each other.

In this so-called democracy,

if you speak up about
Muslims being slaughtered,

you're an extremist. Huh? Yes?

Yes, yes.

But if you are passive, huh?
Silent, easy to control, huh?

You're a good Muslim. Yes?

Just like a dog,
they throw you a bone.

But keep you on a leash, ah?

You know the type of Muslim
I'm talking about.

He's so ashamed of who he is.

He gives himself a Western name.

He tries to think and feel
like his Western master.

Live like him, be him!

You say to him...

My friend, you say to him,

"Let's stop the murder
of Muslims."

And he would say, "You
ignorant foreigner,"

"you want me to jeopardize my nice
life and my country, huh?"

This is the fool who wears
an England football shirt,

and says, "Ah, we won
the match." Huh?

And the man next to him,
in the same shirt,

he calls him a Paki, hmm?

A nigger.

Ask yourself, "Who are you?"

Really?

All right, matey?

I'll just get a couple
of pints, please.

How's Kate?

She was off her head last night.
I've never seen anyone drink

or snort as much as that in my life.
An animal.

So how come you weren't there?

She not tell you she was out?

I wanted her to suck me
off but she passed out.

It's OK, hey, no problem.

It's all right, my friend,
it's no problem, no problem.

Come, come, move, come.

It's all right, it's all right, a racist.
Bastard. Come on.

You know, it felt
good, what I did.

You know, sometimes
to earn respect,

we have to do things
we wouldn't normally do.

You know, people like us
have to do that

just to get the basic respect
most people take for granted.

In Afghanistan, hmm,

we had to fight to earn respect
and freedom from the Russians.

You were there?

What was it like?

What happens on the battlefield
is between you and God.

I am here now.

God didn't will it for me
to enter paradise.

But I'm content, you know?
Contentment is a state of mind.

Like Palestine.

You know, law is not for me.

I don't want to be
part of any hypocrisy.

Look.

Would you call them dignified
human beings, hmm?

They're just having fun.

My friend, no,
we are not like them.

What time is it?

You have a rough night?

My head.

Listen, Kate.

I don't think we should
see each other any more.

Why?

Same shit every day.

You don't know when to stop.

I'm 23, for God's sake.

Look, I'll stop when I'm older.
I'm enjoying myself.

Will you just relax,
for Christ's sake?

Right, I don't want
to see you any more. OK?

I don't want this any more.

You can go back
to sleep if you like.

Oh, what, just like that?

Black and white? It's so fucking
easy for you, isn't it?

You want to end
it with me and...

you end it, just
like it's nothing.

You want to leave?
Just go.

Get over yourself.

Ash!

The terror level
stays at "critical"

and some are calling
London a city under siege.

The government announced today

that it would proceed as planned
with the general election.

We ask whether it would be
best to postpone the election

in the interests
of public safety.

The government,
however, may feel

that an alteration to the election
date would be seen as a victory for...

Nice place.

Swish.

Present for my baby daughter.

You have to check
for small parts.

Ever wondered why they do it?

Too simplistic to think
they just hate us?

What does that have
to do with this girl?

Look at her.

Have you served
for your country?

No.

I fought over there.

To stop this from happening here.
Again.

Didn't stop. They're
not going to stop.

And neither will I.

I'm going to find
every one of them...

and send them to the death
they pray for.

Hello?

There's a file for you
at the drop box in 10 minutes.

Come on.

You hesitated before you
gave the safe signal.

Is someone following you?

Maybe.

I couldn't say.

Did you walk here?
Circuits?

I've been down Holborn,
Chancery Lane, Oxford Street.

- Two hours.
- Shall I report it?

I'm not sure.

Bombings are making
us all nervous.

Don't worry about it.

They found the receipt in Paul's house
for two pay-as-you-go phones.

Paul had one. The other was used
two hours ago from that building.

The phone was used
to call Afghanistan.

He's in there on his own.

It's not registered to anyone.
It's an abandoned council property.

We can go in round the back.

We go in and take him.
Shots to the head.

Anything else allows him
to detonate, understood?

Yeah.

Come on.

- Get up!
- Ah! No!

Don't!
Stop! No!

Where's your jacket, hey?

- I said don't shoot!
- Face the wall!

I said face the fucking wall!

- Face the fucking wall!
- I said don't shoot!

Close the door. Go!

Let me just talk to you, man.

I said let me talk to you!

How many people were
you gonna kill?

Just give me a second, please.

Get on your fucking knees!

I don't know what you're
talking about, all right?

- How many?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Just listen to me and calm
down, and me and you can...

An eye for an eye, yeah?

I'm just like you.

I'm just...

I'm just like you, all right?

You're nothing like me,
you fucking animal.

Please, don't!

I can do what I want to you.

I can do anything I want.

You know that?

Please don't!

Move!

Let him burn.

Oh, fucking hell.

The tracer on the Semtex
was kick-started.

This will take you right to it.

Who was the man I just killed?

You have to go now.

Mujeeb Ajmed. Pakistani parents,
23 years old, UK citizen.

At the precise moment he was signing
on, squatting in the flat.

Not a bomber.

What other options
were you faced with?

Considering the past days'
events, your past...

what you've been through,
what we've all been through.

You were not there.

We have removed all traces of you.
It was a squat in a dealer's hangout.

What's done is done.

How did he get the phone?

Stolen, obviously, from Paul.

Do you have anything that would link
you with this incident?

Just his jacket.

Get rid of it.

This is no time to doubt.

Innocent lives are at stake.

Finish it.

Do you remember lan?

The stoner who used to steal
our milk and top it up with water.

Oh yeah, he used to piss
into a water bottle

cos he couldn't be bothered
to walk to the toilet.

Yeah, I saw three full
bottles in there once.

So what have you
been up to all this time?

Oh, nothing much,
just been drifting.

You didn't get into law?

No, it wasn't for me.

I always thought you were
gonna be a high flyer.

Have your own firm.

Not like me. I always knew I'd end
up working in the dullest law practice ever.

Why don't you just quit?

- It's not that easy. I can't just...
- No.

- Leave my job.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

So are you, um... Are you
married or anything?

No, not married.

Relationships, yeah.

There was this one guy
but that just ended.

No, I loved him.

He just wasn't interested.
Wasted four years of my life.

Lost it a bit, actually.

Still managed to keep
my job at the law firm.

And then I went
crazy wanting kids.

Never met anyone.

You?

Nothing serious.

How's your mum?

Is she still trying to get you
to marry a nice Muslim girl?

No. She, um... She died
a couple of years ago.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

You look beautiful.

I hardly ever think
about those days.

Uni feels
like another life to me.

What're you doing?

We, uh, we organize
activities for young Muslims.

Camping in the Brecon Beacons,
rafting, paintball, team bonding.

And we combine these
with religious teachings.

Now, as a successful Muslim
businessman, you want your staff...

- Your Muslim staff.
- To be of good character, right?

Thank you for coming to visit
me and for making this offer,

but I'll have to pass.

I don't involve myself
in my workers' private lives.

I'm not a religious man, but faith is a...
a personal thing.

What they do in their own time
is their business,

and that's what's great
about this country.

But thank you.

Great about this country?

Man, this is the same country
that has destroyed so many cultures.

All our cultures.

- Thanks for your time.
- No problem, thank you.

Oh, Muhammed.

Hey, you look well.

Sal am aleikum.

Yeah, how are you? Good
to see you, my friend.

Oi! Hamed!

Don't shoot me! I'm only...
Hey, good to see you.

How are you? Good to see
you, good to see you.

- Sal am aleikum.
- Yussif, yes?

- Yes, yes.
- Which one is this?

This is the one we send
to the boys, but it's the truth.

You're doing excellent
work, very good.

- Thanks.
- Now come, we need to talk, huh?

- Yep.
- Shall I come with you, Bruv?

No, just, uh, finish up.

He wasn't interested.

No problem. Ah, there...

There are other business people
we can approach, you know?

It's a matter of, uh, getting their young
workers to join us, huh? Huh?

You know, this gym
was a very good idea.

You're doing very, very well, my friend.
Very, very well.

You want to do more, yes?

What have you got in mind?

A test of your will.

And then we shall see about you.

This is Sergeant Glenn Conlon.

Ex-military with intelligence
associations.

He has served in secret prisons
all over the Middle East,

killing and torturing people we know,
you know, people close to us.

He's not in the services
any more, you know, he's...

bought a farm.

Stables, you know,
he wants the quiet life.

He's retired from killing
and humiliating Muslims.

We don't retire.

We don't forget.

There is a man coming from the Middle East.
An important man.

He lands next week.
You'll go and meet him.

You'll do as he asks. But
he needs your assistance.

This is a foreign
country to him.

You'll need another man.

You have someone?

Yeah, Yussif. Good.

You're going to help our friend
with Sergeant Conlon.

Ashraf?

Peaceful streets.

Inglesi.

What?

Englishman.

He gets up at 8:00 a.m.,
goes to the barn,

cleans it for an hour
and then goes to the stables.

Who lives with him?

- Nobody.
- No wife?

No.

When he comes out of his house,
follow him into the barn.

Show him the gun.

We come out, we beat
him, tie him, take him.

You do everything like I tell
you to, you understand?

A knife for you.

No fork.

Go and see what is happening.

I'm going to cut your head
off like a pig's.

- Anyone else here?
- No one.

Put him in the van. Put
your dead friend there, too.

Turn the camera on.

Some breaking news for you now.

A Mr. Glenn Conlon has
been reported missing.

Mr. Conlon was a banker and a former
private in the Army Reserves.

His sister, Rebecca Conlon,

and her 8-month-old daughter
were found brutally murdered

at his farm in Hertfordshire.

The police have
little to go on...

There is anger in you.

Makes no sense.

Why are you helping us?

You're angry with me
about the woman, the baby.

Do you think he cared for the families
of the men he tortured and killed?

You're confused in the head.
Majnoon.

Take it.

These pigs kill our people

all over the world
and you feel for them?

What's the matter with you?

BE A MAN!

The woman saw my face.

The baby.

You're not one of us.

You haven't suffered
like we have.

This is your country.

Well, I am sorry
about your friend, you know.

But he was taken
doing God's will.

- A true martyr.
- And that soldier?

I mean, he was just a reserve.

My friend.

Do you think they would publicize
the fact that he was a torturer?

And what about the woman
and the baby, huh?

Collateral damage.

Who invented that phrase?
That... Enough of this!

You know you can't stay
in this country, huh?

Too dangerous. One door closes.

Another opens.

Before our colleague left,
he said you were a capable man.

But that you... you
know, you need

experience to see what these
pigs do to your people.

Hmm?

I think he was right.

Afghanistan.

You'll go there, with a new
identity, to our friends.

Be taught useful things,
then you'll come back.

And if you don't return...

then your prize will be more than anything
any one of us could wish for.

Paradise.

It's what you wanted, yes?

An unidentified,
deceased male was found

horrifically burnt in an abandoned
warehouse in East London.

The body was so disfigured no
details of him are available.

The location was a known
drugs factory

and haunt of local
gangs and dealers.

Police are treating...

There's nothing we could have done.
We were doing our job.

Our job is to do what's right.

What did she mean?

She said something about you.
What was she talking about?

My wife was killed in the bombings
a few years back.

I'm sorry.

She'd have been 34 this year.

She had nothing to do with all...
With all this, you know?

Some days...

Yeah, some days, I...

That thing still in there?

What?

How do you turn it off?

You turn it that way. No.

That way.

The other way.

The other way. Yeah.

You OK?

Fine.

I remember this.

It's embarrassing.

Look, I'm sorry
about what happened.

About the way I acted back then.
If I could change it, I would.

Is everything all right
with you, Kate?

- With your life?
- It's fine.

It's not as easy as it used to be,
but don't have to talk about that now.

We just... We slipped away.

I have never stopped
thinking about you, Kate.

You have to know that.

Look, if you have things to do,
we could just meet this afternoon.

I know this pub.

I'd like to.

Where have you been?

Paul was meant to go
ahead last night.

He's vanished.

- Were you followed?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

We have to change our plans.

You have to make contact
with the third man and help him.

- You stay with him. I'll be in touch.
- When is he due to go ahead?

Tomorrow.

What's the matter with you?

It isn't time to be weak and emotional.
We have no time for emotions now.

Especially when your brothers
and sisters are suffering.

You know who I am, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Is there anything else?

- Any papers? Receipts?
- No.

OK, use this.

I'm going to go first.

You wait here for a few minutes
and then follow me, OK?

You stay calm.

Have a look round, Mark.
Check round the corner.

Have a look up there.

It's him!

Fuck!

- We got him.
- I heard.

There was someone
there watching.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Somebody across the road.
He got away on a bike.

He's connected.

Get the CCTV footage. Should
be a clear shot of him.

There are two rooms at the Glassmore Hotel

booked in the name
of Michael and John Smith.

Check in. I'll be there
when I have something.

One more thing. There is a team
on us, our people. Watch yourselves.

Our people? Why?

What we are doing is not standard.
Make sure that...

Where the fuck's she gone?

Hey.

You look tired.

I'm fine.

It was a nightmare getting
here with all the madness.

What?

There was a bomb scare
on the train coming here.

Scared shitless.

Bunch of murdering maniacs.
Hope they kill the lot of them.

You know when I said I didn't think
about those days at uni any more?

- Yeah.
- I was lying.

I know.

You know, I thought I saw
you once a few years ago.

I just lost you in the crowd.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Especially
since it's your round.

Can I get a red wine
and orange juice, please?

No problem at all.

There you go. That's £5 exactly.

Thank you.

Good, good. You
take it to the car.

Here, you, take... Take the cake.
I will be five minutes.

My son, it's his birthday.

They were there. They knew.

You shouldn't be here.

Your target
is an American neo-con.

Head of a think-tank, instrumental
in planning the war on terror.

His daughter is getting
married to an Englishman.

Where?

I'll know tomorrow. You
still have your phone, huh?

God be with you, my friend.

Will I see my family?

What?

Oh, you'll see everyone
who's important in your life.

Everyone who has passed away, and...
and... and it will seem like

only half a day has passed
since you last saw them.

Huh?

You OK?

I'm good.

You did well.

Stay alert.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know the place.

For those of you
looking for reasons,

then I suggest you pay attention
to what I have to say.

For far too long, you've ignored
what is happening around you.

You've not seen the inevitable
that is coming at you.

The inevitability of my actions.

Who are you, hey?

Who are you working for?

Talk to me. Who sent you?

You've never opened
your mouths in protest

at my people's suffering.

Answer me!

Your silence has been deafening.

Who sent you. Talk!

Words have had no impact on you.

Politics has had
no impact on you.

Look at Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine.
The list goes on and on.

And you continue to ignore it.

You seem confused
at our actions.

Lost in your decadent world.

Unable to act.

Unable to move.

Frozen in time.

So now I'm going to communicate to you
in a language you can understand.

My words are dead

until I give them life
with your blood and mine.

I'm sure by now your newspapers
and television

have depicted me as a madman,

an evil outsider hell-bent
on destruction.

Your corrupt
and degenerate media

will spin my actions to suit
the government agenda.

They want you misinformed,
scared and docile,

so that you continue to ignore
their murderous actions.

They are happy for you to lose
yourself and all that this world

has to offer so
that you stay unaware

and intoxicated
with their mindless chatter.

So that you do not question
the situation you find yourselves in.

Trapped in a vicious
circle of your own doing.

My life has been a journey
towards violence,

but it's not one I regret.

There is no guilt for me. There
is no thoughts of the past

or what I did or didn't do.
My search is over.

My hands have been guided by

a force that's greater
than anything on this world.

I've found my peace.

You must understand that things
do not happen without reason.

There are no coincidences.

Come in, come in.

So listen carefully
to what I have to say.

Where are you? Give us
your location, where are you?

Everything is in position.
He has entered and heading towards

the kitchen area. CCTV
has been immobilized.

The material world that you
worship is meaningless and empty.

It means nothing to me.

I leave it behind gladly.

I have sacrificed myself...

for something higher
than what this world has to offer.

I strive for a higher ground.

Now, your government,

the government
that you voted for,

commit atrocities against my people
all over this world.

Your support for them
makes you responsible.

I'm not a hypocrite.

I will not sit by while my brothers
and sisters are being slaughtered.

The path that has led me here has
been littered with obstacles.

But I have remained strong.

I am sure of my actions.

Then I will not falter.

Until you stop the bombing,
imprisonment and torture of my people,

we will not stop.

We have entered the realm
of war, and I am a soldier.

Until we feel security,
you will be our targets.

You are all responsible
for turning a blind eye

to the butchery of my people.

I'm only a man, but my actions
are the price you pay

for your apathy,
for your debauchery.

I've lived amongst you,
but I'm not a part of you.

You've not seen me until now.

I am God's lonely man.

Your 9/11s, your 7/7s,
are what my people

suffer on a daily basis
around the world.

You know nothing of suffering.

So now I'm going to show you.

My prayers have
all been answered

and no earthly force can
take them away from me.

I will rise up against you.

You'll not forget me.

You have killed thousands
of my brothers and sisters.

That much death has a consequence
you will pay for with your blood.

There will be more
like me, I promise you.

And we will bring hell
to you and your kind.

And my conscience is clear.

I have no regrets.

I live forever.
I go to a better place.

What the hell is going on?

You'll need my car.

We need my car.

- Don't! Stop!
- Where's your jacket?

My name is Hussein Malik.

For three years I've worked

as an undercover agent
for our Secret Services

and infiltrated Nabil
Alawi and his circle.

Three months ago,
I discovered a plot by Nabil

to steal Semtex for the purposes
of an attack on London.

I informed my controllers
to arrest Nabil.

The following day,
the first bomb exploded.

I met with my controllers.
They tried to take my life.

My life is in great danger.

I need a guarantee
of protection.

A Secret Service team
are after me now.

I have enclosed the evidence I have
accumulated and proof of my identity.

Since sweeping to power last
month in a landslide victory,

the new government has been quick
to make domestic security

the top of their agenda.

Having been given a mandate
by the public with such

a resounding election victory,

it's our duty to follow that lead,
and to prioritize making

our country absolutely safe
from these cowardly terrorists.

One of the government's first
steps

was the removal of the Secret
Service's old guard, Sir Scott Catesby,

and the passing of more
stringent terror laws

which saw the deportation
of the radical cleric Nabil Alawi.

I am returning to my country
of birth tomorrow

but I am distraught
that the country

that is my home is expelling
me on false charges.

I will fight for my corner.
God save the Queen.

Last week also saw

the first official announcement
into the bombings.

The perpetrators were
a home-grown cell.

None had been identified as potential
threats prior to the attacks.

Meaning they were
all cleanskins,

completely unknown
to any of the intelligence services.

The ringleader, Ashraf Ahmed,

was personally responsible
for the bombing of the Glassmore Hotel.

The bomb was a timed device
placed in a luggage item,

causing a massive explosion
in the foyer of the hotel.

Ahmed himself was killed
by security services

as he tried to trigger a suicide device
just prior to the foyer device exploding.

Helen James, head of the Glassmore
Hotel Victims Committee,

had this to say
about the findings.

I don't see how you solve
the underlying problem

and I don't think anyone really does.
And, of course, this may lead to...

to, you know, more security
and more troops going out

and possibly more
people being killed,

but I don't see
how that solves the problem.

Ewan! I thought
they'd gotten to you.

There you go.

It was with his files.

You must have left it
when you last met.

You knew all about the bombings.

Pretended you were
tying to stop them.

You worked with this Nabil,

then got him safely
deported without arrest.

And I wasn't meant
to make it out alive.

You were in line with a promotion
of the new government,

helped them win, got rid of your boss.
Must be happy with you.

Played me perfectly.

Knew all about my wife.

Knew I'd kill anyone you
put in front of me.

You can use her
as an excuse if you want.

But what you do
is in your nature.

I love my country. I'd kill
for it and I'd die for it.

Good for you.

The press have been sent
copies of these files.

They show you were responsible.

Those files are nonsense
you made up.

No one will believe it.

They might...

if you buckle under the pressure
of the story.

You're out of your mind.

It's in my nature.

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