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No!

Pippa!

Pippa!

Oh!

How the hell did they
find out about this place?

Don't know. I thought you might
be able to answer that one yourself.

Don't you point the finger at me.

I wasn't trusted with the details.

No ID.

He could be anyone,
working with anyone.

Yes, but who?

Oh, whoever it was,

it was Porter who called in the strike.

Christ Almighty, Hales!

You're leaving a trail of bodies
across the globe.

Yes, I know, sir.
Believe me, I know.

Sometimes these things
are beyond our control.

Thank you.

Bill?

There has to be a leak here, sir.

A leak at this end, you know.

Somebody's got to be on the take here.

Just concentrate on finding Porter.

We'll just have to get this train wreck
back on the rails.

Yes, sir.

Can you lip-read?

What about the other matter, sir?

Look, I ran it past Winston Beale,
he's the Director of Ops,

and some bod from their
counter-proliferation department

called Van Koors.

They haven't heard a thing,
and nukes is their business.

My guess is that Porter has told his wife
a tall story just to get her onside.

Yes...

sir.

It had to be Krousov, didn't it?

In fact, Porter and Krousov are
probably in touch right now,

which means Operation Dushanbe
is back on track, surely.

How would Krousov have penetrated
the Australian Federal Police?

He'd have links with Russian
criminals in Australia.

It's not inconceivable they
have someone on the inside.

They did invent espionage, after all.

Perfected it, at least.

It doesn't really matter where in the
world Porter and Krousov link up,

provided they do.

Is there any chance our fingerprint
will be found at the scene?

No.

So, we let Porter run,
play the game as he sees fit.

Charles?

Yeah, I can't see any
good reason to pull him out.

But the death of his wife?

Will only stiffen his resolve
to bring Krousov down.

You knew her, didn't you?

She went to drama school with Yasmin.

You liked her?

Fancied her like mad.
She was a great girl.

I'm sorry.
Should we feel responsible?

Did we put Porter into witness protection?

Did we persuade his wife
to go along for the ride?

Did we fire the guilty shot?

It's four now. Dead.

One almost dead.

So far.

Dimitri, welcome to Australia.

- Is it safe?
- The bomb?

Of course.

What's next?

We wait for Porter to contact us.

Evening, guv. Gettin' a suntan?

Can you have a look in the
right-hand side of my desk?

There's a business card there.

It's Ian Porter's lawyer.

It's just there's something
really nagging at me.

Yes, I'm well.
We're all getting on splendidly here.

Thanks for asking.

Uh, got it.

Read it.

Charles Van Koors. That's all it says,
apart from HM's coat of arms.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, Porter's in bed with MI6.

Oh, Christ, when that hits the fan...

You're not thinking of telling anyone,
are you, guv?

That's a hanging offense,
outing a spook.

Ma'am.

Come in.

OK, repeat after me.

I swear to adhere to the laws of Australia...

I swear to adhere to the laws
of Australia...

And the powers that I will
now be invested with...

And the powers
that I will now be invested with...

..pursuant to those laws.

..pursuant
to those laws.

Congratulations.

You've just become a special constable
under the Australian Federal Police Act.

Thank you, ma'am.

Now, is there anything else
we need to know?

Anything you may not have divulged so far?

No, ma'am.

You have the full picture.

OK.

Right. Top priority, we're targeting
the local Russian criminal fraternity.

Businesses, restaurants, bars.

If Porter is still in New South Wales,
you will find him.

Can we get these job sheets out, please?

Ma'am, heads up.

We're all upset about Tony Morelli.

But nevertheless,

I expect your usual standard
of dispassionate professionalism.

Is that clear?

If you hadn't withheld
information, he might still be alive.

OK, who's this?

- Stay here.
- Huh?

It's one of my snouts.

Mrs. Morelli.

I'm Mark Wilson.

I was working with Tony.

Oh, right.
Yes, he mentioned you.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

Tony was a terrific bloke
and a very fine police officer.

We didn't--

We didn't know each other long,

but he was the best of the best.

Hey.

Connie...

if there's anything I can do...

Nikolai Ivanovich, it would be a real honor
if you could stay at my house.

And Vladimir Mikhailovich.

The honor is all mine, Dimitri,
but Vladimir stays here.

OK. In my office.

I live right next door.

Yeah, yeah,
I watch it day and night.

Anybody touches it,
I shoot to kill, all right?

Same.

7.80, darl.

Again.

Listen, pal,
show us the color of your money.

Pay up or piss off.

Uh...he's with me.

Same again?

Times two.

Uhh.

A kindred spirit.

Mr. Waldo.

Mister...

Wilson.

Just a word of advice, Mr. Wilson,

never eat on an empty stomach.

I can't repay your kindness, Mr. Waldo,

but I can give you the key
to blow up the world.

Heh! Tempting.

No, really.

The key to a nuclear weapon,

yours for the price of a drink.

You keep it.

What brings you to these parts, Mr. Wilson?

Destiny.

You a local, Mr. Waldo?

No, I'm a prisoner of this and...

Sydney's leafy north shore.

To destiny.

To destiny.

On the ground.
Put him on the ground.

Uhh!

Pippa!

I remember when you were
a normal human being.

You're not gonna throw away all our work.

This nightmare,
it could all be over.

What you are doing out here
in the badlands, Mr. Porter?

I miss him every day,
every moment, all the time.

I miss you so much.

This is for him.
And for you.

Yes, hello?

Hello, Sergei.

Ian?

Where are you, exactly?

Well, it's probably best I don't say, Sergei.

Things seem to be falling apart.

You are OK?

Well, I'm free again.

And I suppose I have you to thank.

So...thank you.

You are welcome.
Any time.

Can you set up a meeting down here?

No problem.

Nicky just arrived in Sydney.

He have baby with him.

- But you're coming, too.
- What for?

I send Nicky pick you up.

You tell me where you are.

No, Sergei.

They--

Someone killed my wife, Sergei.

I'm scared, and I don't trust anyone
except you. No one.

I'm sorry about your wife, Ian.

Listen to me.
Give the key to Nicky.

Let him take care of it, OK?

You will still get your share.

I won't give it to anyone except you.

OK.

Don't talk to anybody.

I fly to Sydney, I take care of it myself.

OK?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Hello, Charlie.

Oh, it's good to hear you.
How are you?

Are you safe?

Yeah. I'm safe.

Look, I'm--
I'm so sorry about Pippa.

How can I help?
What can I do?

You didn't have anything to do with it,
did you, Charlie?

With Pippa?

Me? No.
Why would you think that?

I'm sorry.
Sorry, Charlie.

I'm just all over the place at the moment.

No, I know. Shit.

But, look, I mean,
it had to be Krousov, didn't it?

Mind you, I've no idea how,

I mean, if we couldn't find you.

I suppose, you know,
he's got people at the Yard.

Can you...go on?

Let me set up the meeting down here.

Give me a chance to...

To what?

Finish it.

Wait until I call.

You're in a dark place, Mr. Wilson.

You've been wronged.

May I ask...who's Pippa?

Your wife?

Mistress?

She died.

I'm sorry.

She was killed.

I see.

Well, I'm an Old Testament man myself.

I smote my enemies.

"An eye for an eye."

Dimitri? What, having a second go?

Of course Dimitri! Only this fucking idiot
would kill Porter's wife!

He scared shit out of him
then let him slip through his fingers.

Nicky, you find Porter.

I want that key, you understand?

I'll strangle him myself.

Dimitri.

Hold on.

Tell me, did you have
a second go with Porter?

If at first you don't succeed...

How did you find him?

Contacts.

Why did you kill his wife?

How come you let him go?

Shit happens in battle, Nicky.

He just called home
and he didn't mention you.

Where is he?

Porter is a smart guy, but what,
is he a professor or something?

I have to admit, I don't know
exactly where he is right now,

but I'm telling you, there are boys out there
looking for him, even as we speak.

And that's the truth.

I swear to God.

Help yourself.

Uh...

No, no, no. I couldn't.

Take what you need, Mr. Wilson.

There's nothing more, you know.

Act three ends,
the curtain comes down.

That's it.

The end.

Has this got anything to do with you?

Drop me here. Drop me here.

I'm sure you have your reasons, Mr. Wilson.

Whoa! Whoa!

When we get up around this next bend,
you jump out.

- Good luck to you, Mr. Wilson.
- You, too.

So, we need CCTV footage

from airports, train stations, bus stations--

Yeah, it's all happening.

Have you got face recognition software?

New South Wales coppers do.
Part of Eagle Eye.

OK, let's start processing those tapes
from, say, six hours after the raid.

Yeah, OK, OK.

Bill, I emailed Porter, you know,
just to open a communication channel

in case he wants to contact us.

That's assuming he's still alive
and he's able to log on somewhere.

Why are you treating this guy
like a protected species?

I'm not.

Say you're on the run,
you're in this town,

you're on your own,
where would you go?

You've got no credit cards,
you've got no cash,

you've got no contacts.

Where would you go?

"...Sergei Krousov killed my wife."

Wilson?

Porter's alive.

- Can I have a quick word?
- Sure.

Um...there's some information
that has just come to light.

Uh...

There's a possibility
that Porter and Krousov

are conspiring to sell
a thermonuclear device.

Ohh.

In Australia.

And--

Well, presumably, it's to terrorists.

You're kidding me.

This is what my informant has told me.

Did they give you
any more information?

MI6 has said that, um...

Krousov has never come anywhere close
to possessing a nuke, so...

And MI6 wouldn't hide
things from us, would they?

Bill?

Hello?

Jason, it's Charles Van Koors here
from Six.

Do you remember me? We bumped into
each other at that GCHQ love-in last year.

Yeah, you took a set off me
in the tennis competition.

What can I do for you, Charles?

Uh, how's the life
of an Aussie spook these days?

I'm an exchange officer, thank you.
Haven't quit the old firm just yet.

Tolerable, actually.

Learning how to surf,
started a wine cellar.

Jason, we have an agent
who's fetched up in Australia.

He's the key to stopping
a major illicit arms deal.

I can't go into details,

but the bottom line,
he's on the run.

He has the New South Wales Police,
the Federal Police,

and, we think, the Russian mafia
on his heels.

Does it have anything to do with the
suitcase bomb story doing the rounds?

Look, we think that's a bit of apocrypha.

Jason, we can't let this
operation go pear-shaped.

I'm not gonna like this, am I?

How's your relationship
with the airport liaison officer?

Can I get 15 minutes on the net, mate?

Thanks.

You're right.

I do feel responsible for Pippa's death.

But, I mean...

you're not exactly blameless, are you?

Jesus, if you had told me
what was really going on,

she might still be alive.

Dimitri here.

Who is this, please?

Room 30.

Get him! Get him!

Aah!

Hi.

I'm Annabelle.

What's your name?

Oh, no, no.
You don't need to do that.

What, you don't want me in the nuddy?

No, I don't want to have sex with you.

You're a talker.

Yeah, that's right.
I never shut up.

I'm looking for accommodation,
somewhere to sleep,

a bed, a couch, anything. I'll pay.

Bed and breakfast in a brothel?

I'm in a spot of bother.

I need somewhere to lie low.

Well, I can ask Auntie.
She's the boss.

Um...days, weeks?

Uh, well, I'm not sure.

I'll pay daily. Here.

This is for now.

What brings you to Sydney?

OK, then.

I'm inquiring about a British citizen,
Mrs. Pippa Porter.

I believe she was due to be, um...

processed today.

Thank you. And, uh...

which parlor?

Thank you.

How was the sofa?

It's great.

Um, you wouldn't happen to have a suit
about my size, would you?

All I got is what I keep in stock
for client fantasies.

Yeah.

Where?

OK, good work.

Hales. Hales, we're on.

Let's go. Come on.

I'm sorry, Father. I wasn't told
about any relative desiring a viewing.

Well, I received a phone call
from Mrs. Porter's mother, my cousin,

and she was in quite a state,
I can tell you.

You see, she didn't realize that
an autopsy was required by law,

and she begged me to come
and inspect the body in person.

We do have another viewing
in a matter of minutes.

That's him.

Wait!

The Cross. The Cross!

Oh, fuck.

Mr. Kruger?

OK. Thank you.

Charles Van Koors.

Charles, Krousov's in Sydney.

He came in on that other name you gave us.

Jason, you're a star.

I owe you a bottle of Pétrus.

You're damn right you do.

Ian, I'm in Sydney.
You are happy?

Now, all we need is buyer.

What's his ETA?

I'll let you know.

But first I like to see you, my darling.

Why? I'm doing just fine here.

No, no, no, no.

Let me take you out, eh?

I buy you a nice meal,
I get you drunk.

Come on, relax.

Call me when he gets here.

Hello. My name's Grace.

Hello, Grace.

It means "goodwill".

It's a beautiful name.

I'm not allowed to talk to you.

Quite right, too.

- Yeah?
- Krousov's here.

All we're waiting for is the buyer.

There you are.

See, it all turns out in the end.

This is for Pippa, yeah?

What's that?

It's a key.

And it opens a magic box.

And when that box is opened,

everyone is in for a big surprise.

Like at Christmas?

Mm. Like Christmas.

Why does God make people die?

Sweetie? Bath time.

Why?

Come on.

Sausages, tomato sauce, white bread.

In a word, Aussie-style barbecue
in your honor, Sergei Ivanovich.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Oy!

Sergei Ivanovich, seriously...

four good men,

- the cost of the weapons...
- Yes.

..car hire, compensation
for Bobby's mother--

I don't pay you for failure.

First time you failed...

Second time you fucked up big-time.

And still you cannot find me Porter.
Instead, you kill his wife.

I didn't.

Second time, it wasn't us.

So you lied to me?

You don't finish job,

and now you like to be paid.

Look--No, no.

You don't understand.
I'm out of pocket, as I said.

I had four good men, weapons, car--

Money no problem.

Who was it?

Maybe police, maybe accident.
How the fuck would I know?

We don't have Porter, we don't have key.
This is problem now.

Reverse psychology.

Tell him the buyer's already arrived.

Yeah, if he believe.

You have criminal mind, Nicky, eh?

I anticipate the buyer will need to be sure
all the elements are in hand...

before he pays, OK?

- Isn't that what Porter's supposed to do?
- Porter is shaky.

He's irrelevant once we have the key.

You will do the drop.

- No.
- Yes.

- No fucking way.
- Yes fucking way.

Holiday finished, Nicky.

That's my bloody laptop.

You don't mind, do you?

Too bad if I do.

You're not into kids, are you?

What? God, no.

Blokes who turn down sex with adults
are sometimes into kids.

I'd freakin' kill you.

Gay, then?

What?

No. Why?

Skinny, fit, don't like girls.

This is Sydney,
home of Mardi Gras.

Annabelle, if I wasn't so busy,

I'd be chasing you around
the kitchen table right now and--

I'd still charge you.

Who you runnin' from?

Are they gonna come
kicking my door down?

No. I wouldn't let that happen.

I'll leave you to it, then.

I mean, what if it does exist?

The bomb is bullshit.
Your own people told you that.

Finds its way into the wrong hands?

A bunch of these things were built
for the Soviets in the late '80s.

How do you know that?

The internet.

Krousov's ex-military.

He's been scouring the Ukraine
buying up hardware.

Seriously, how big a stretch would it be?

- Yeah?
- Ian! You British poof.

Where the hell you are?
What the shit you doing?

What do you want, you ugly Cossack?

Yes, ugly Cossack,
but buyer due any day now.

Already he ask about you. When you
stop your playing and come to me?

When you stop lying to me.

Nice car wash.

Yeah, one of the many legitimate
fronts used by Russian crims in this city.

Porter could be hiding out there.

Could he have phoned
that raid in himself, then?

- The second raid?
- Mm.

No way.

Although, he could've smuggled in a GPS.

Why are you so convinced he's a murderer?

Why are you so convinced he's not?

Mm. Mm, stop it.

Go back.

- Can you go back frame by frame?
- Mm-hmm.

There.

That's his brother.

- Whose brother?
- Krousov's.

Australian Federal Police.

Nobody move.

- Australian Federal Police!
- Hands on the table!

Hey! Police harassment!

Can't a man play dominoes
with friends in peace?

Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen this man?

No?

What about you, sir?
Recognize him?

Have you seen him?
Recognize them at all?

Have a good look.

How about you?

Recognize him?

This man here?

Well, that went well.

Just a bunch of deaf,
dumb, and blind Russian mutes.

You know dumb and mute's
the same thing, don't you?

Federal Police.

- Federal Police.
- Who are you?

Vladimir.

Well, Vladimir,
we're just gonna take a look inside.

Vladimir, do you recognize this man?

- No.
- No?

Oh. So, Vladimir...

why are you sleeping in an office?

There's been some robberies,
so boss asked me to look after the place.

Did you report these robberies?

Absolutely. You can check
with the local police office.

OK, we will.

Would you mind if we just--

Please, go right ahead.

ASIO can't find a shred of evidence
to support your suitcase bomb theory,

and believe me,
they didn't take it lightly.

Maybe Krousov's here,
the younger Krousov,

is here to take Porter's scalp.

Now, has that ever occurred to you?

Why haven't you managed
to find him yet anyway?

Well, he's not using
his bank accounts or credit cards.

He's not staying in hotels or--

In that case, it's a damn shame
you didn't have him yesterday.

If it wasn't for Hales,
we wouldn't even know he's in Sydney.

Anything else?

Yes. Got a positive ID on
the dead gunman at the safe house.

He's a South African national,

former SIS.

We're doing antecedents on him now.

South African.

Which would suggest Porter was
not sprung by Krousov's mob, right?

So, we're back to square one.

Well, if it wasn't Krousov,
who was it?

Porter.

Don't mind me.

Annabelle, please.

Let me jump in
before the hot water runs out.

For God's sake!

Oh, don't be such a prude.

Gay as.

This is my wife.

What happened?

I killed her.

- How?
- Neglect.

She's very beautiful.

You don't seem like a killer.

OK, sweetie,

just take another mouthful of breakfast.

And we're gonna put this on today, OK?

You know Nikki wears hers,
and Rachel wears hers as well.

All the other kids do as well.

And you know your Nanna
would love it if you--

Come on, let's just pop this on.

- Honey, come on, please.
- No!

Please, just for--
All right, come on. We're late.

Here you go.

Bloody little bugger
refuses to wear a crucifix

and she goes to
a Catholic bloody school.

Her Nanna died.

Lung cancer.

It was pretty bloody horrible.

All right, sweetie, come on.
We're late.

Again. Always running late.

If you want, I could organize
the funeral arrangements myself.

I mean, would you like to be there?

We really have to talk, Ian.

The shooter that was killed that night...

he played rugby in Canberra.

Obviously made a lot of friends.

His name is Pieter Pretorius.

South African.

Does that mean anything to you?

'Cause I'm not having a lot of luck

working out the whos, the whys,
and the hows...

on this one.

You're late.

News for you, Charlie.

Krousov's recruiting South Africans.

Bloody hell.

Really?

One of the bastards who shot Pippa
was a Springbok.

At least one, perhaps all of them.

What do you think about that?

Well...how did you find out?

Julie Hales told me.

What are you doing talking to the Yard?

What do you think about it?

Well, I don't--

I don't see Krousov
using non-Russians myself.

Me neither. I can't see him
using South Africans, Charlie.

I can't see it at all,

so who the fuck was it?

Who ordered the raid?
Who killed Pippa?!

Look, look...

We'll get to the bottom of it.

Krousov was happy to recruit you,
so maybe he does use mercenaries.

Ian, I need to know that you trust me.

Will you trust me?

Porter's lost confidence in us.

Why us?

He may be under the misapprehension
that we had some involvement.

My God, you didn't.

You did.

It had to be done.

And it came in under budget.

Do you realize what will happen
if the media finds out

we've engaged South African mercenaries
to kill foreign nationals?

Prime Ministers fall out
over that kind of thing, Charles.

Jason. Charles Van Koors.

Hey, Grace.

What's up?

She used to sing me songs.

What, your Nanna?

I wish she didn't die.

Yeah, well...

you know...

everybody dies sometime.

And...

your Nanna--

she's--
she's with God.

I don't talk to God anymore.

I want you to
hand Porter over to ASIO.

Let them run him.

Winston,
we are this close to a major result.

Krousov's in Australia under an alias.

Porter's in phone contact with him.

We think Krousov might be
cooking something up.

Cooking up what?
Arms deal? Drugs deal?

Porter doesn't know.

But the time to bring ASIO in
surely is when those details become clear,

and not a minute before.

Otherwise we'd be handing
them an empty package.

We're responsible for sending one of the
most dangerous men in Europe to Australia.

I'm not going to compound that sin
by allowing him to run amok

while Porter plays tag with the local plods.

- Just give us 24 hours.
- Listen to me carefully, Charles.

Either you hand over to the Aussies now,
or pull the plug altogether.

Either way...

send ASIO an alert re Krousov immediately.

- Winston--
- That's all.

Thanks for your support.

Nothing disastrous is gonna happen

until Porter and Krousov
hook up with the client.

- Charlie--
- If we could just delay actioning anything

until that moment.

Charles, Winston means now.

If you don't shoot off
that signal in the next two minutes,

it will amount to
disobeying a direct order.

The authorities swoop,

a weapon of mass destruction
is removed from circulation,

thousands of lives saved,
MI6 applauded,

Cross and Van Koors
mentioned in dispatches. Amen.

Is that all it's about to you?

Naked ambition?

In the interests of peace and security,
how could we pull out now?

There's a nuclear weapon
in the middle of friggin' Sydney, Charles!

Shannon.

Tomorrow morning,
I'm making an appointment

to talk to Beale and make
a clean breast of it.

Let's say 10:00?

That gives you ample time to get in first.

What's the matter with you today?

You got a face like a smacked arse.

I'm tip-top.

Come on, tell your Uncle Neil.

The world's about to end.

I need a piss.

You twat.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Hear me out.

I believe what we've been doing is just,
and justified.

Go away, Charlie.

It's not as if we're lining our own pockets.

Our motives are completely honorable.

- Oh, shut it!
- Just give me a day or two!

Three at the most.
I'm asking you to not go to Beale!

- Piss off!
- Don't you walk away from me!

Aah!

Shannon?

No, no problem.
No problem. Where are you?

Buyer.

OK. Good, good, good.

Most important...

are your finances in place?

OK.

Tomorrow?

What are you doing with Mummy's phone?

I'm...sending a message.

What message?

I'm asking someone to
take care of someone else.

What someone else?

My wife.

What's the matter with her? Sick?

No. She's, um--

She's with your Nanna.

This tooth's wobbly.

Wanna feel it?

Yeah?

Ian, I hope you're finished now
with this jerking around. Tomorrow D-Day.

How can I trust you?

There's Russians
looking for me everywhere.

Ian, please.
I give you my word.

As ugly Cossack, is enough.

Now, don't insult me.
Write this down.

I don't need to write it down.
I'll be ready.

You're right.

We missed something.

Hmm.

Vladimir.

I've just been on to the local police.

There's no record of those robberies.

So, why is he sleeping in the office?

It's in here.

No, no, no. It's this way.

It's over here.

Are you sure you don't
want me to pop into the chemist?

No, it's fine. I'll sleep it off.

- Charles Van Koors.
- Charles. Jason.

I was about to give up on you.

Let me play you something.

Ian, please,
I give you my word.

As ugly Cossack, is enough.

Now, don't insult me.
Write this down.

I don't need to write it down.
I'll be ready.

I am meeting the buyer at 11:00,
Sydney Airport.

I'll pick you up.

Any of that make sense to you?

Yeah.

Yes, perfect sense.
Thank you.

Thanks, Jason.

You might be a life-saver.

Hello, Ian. What news?

It's on, Charlie. Tomorrow.

Sydney Airport.

Section of the airport and time.

Details, please.

I'm to be there at 2pm.

That's all I know.
Krousov will call me.

1400 hours.

Got it.

You haven't called your friend Hales,
have you?

You've got to leave this to us, yeah?

We'll brief all the relevant agencies
and have a suitable reception waiting.

Whatever you do, don't crowd us.

You won't know we're there until we hit.

Have you got news for me?

Yeah, look, we're, um...

exploring several leads as we speak.

But let's focus on the job at hand,
all right?

Good luck. And well done.

Very well done.

Brace yourself, Charles.

Bad news.

Shannon Cross is dead.

It seems he was attacked and robbed.

I've told Scotland Yard
to expect our full cooperation.

That's for you.

You're leaving?

Yeah.

All right.

Hang on.

Take this.

Grace's crucifix.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Listen, just do me a favor.

I'll get her another one
when it means something to her.

Take care of yourself.

You, too.

Goodbye, Grace.

You know...

I think that you should try
and make friends with God again.

Yeah?

Bye-bye.

Yes, I have heard of a Russian
called Krousov, Mr. Van Koors.

Porter believes he's about to sell arms
to a terrorist on your soil.

His intelligence is the
transfer is occurring tomorrow

at Sydney Airport around dawn.

Jesus Christ.
You're not giving us much notice.

Porter also confirms there may
be a thermonuclear weapon involved.

We were told that you
categorically ruled that out.

We had, until now.

So, where is Porter?

I'm afraid he's no longer
responding to his handler.

Are you serious?

We'll share
any information he passes on.

Keep me informed as things develop, yes?

Somewhere in this city,
we believe there may be a nuclear device

known as a suitcase bomb.

It turns out our murder suspect
isn't a murderer or a drug trafficker.

He's actually an agent of MI6.

He is the key.
We've got to find him.

Then we'll get to the truth.

Now, get to your stations.

He's a spook.

Yeah.

Sorry, Mark.

I couldn't tell you.

Yes?

How much do you know, Julie Hales?

I know you're trying to sell
this suitcase bomb.

I know you're involved in it.

But I think you're trying to set up Krousov
and whomever he's selling it to.

And...I think you're working for MI6.

At least I bloody hope
that's who you're working for.

I want your help. Can I trust you?

Where is it?

With Krousov,
and I don't know where he is.

Answer the question.

Yes.

Yes, you can trust me.

Charles Van Koors recruited me

just after I got back from Damascus,
where I was stationed.

- Porter, we really haven't got time--
- Shut up!

When I was posted to Dushanbe,

my brief was to keep an eye out
for arms dealers, specifically Krousov.

One night, in a bar, I hit the jackpot.

I knew he had a nuclear weapon for sale.

He knew who I was and what I did,
so I made myself known to him

as a chap with a weakness for drink
and the girls.

The original plan was to deliver the thing
by sea to a middleman in the UK,

but he's a very cautious fellow,
is our Krousov, so I got the job.

Volunteered, meet the buyer,

show him how to arm the bomb,
apply the ignition key and the firing code.

Except, of course,

Van Koors and company
would be waiting to pounce.

We were...

brothers in arms, Charlie and I.

Fighting the good fight.

Anything for the cause.

Except, of course,

now I know that he was the one
who organized the raid.

At 10am, Krousov will call me with
the precise location, and then I'll call you.

I want him caught
and the bomb out of harm's way.

Wait.

Our information was dawn.

Where did you get that?

Van Koors.

I told him 2:00.

Why 2:00?

Because I want him out of the way as well.

Yes, and I want you out of it.

No deal! This is my job!

For your own safety! Look...

all you have to do is just relay
any messages from Krousov.

Give them to us and we'll do the rest.

If I'm not where he expects me to be,
then he'll call the whole fucking thing off.

The end never justifies the means,
Julie Hales.

That is the meaning of my life.

Till we hear from Porter, the best
we can do is monitor all the hotspots.

That is the heliports,

the executive jet terminal,

the freight terminal,
the passenger terminals.

You've done the training,

so let's get out there and do our job.

Come on!

Sergei Ivanovich, pay up now, yes?

Ah, yes. Shit.
I forgot my checkbook.

Vlad...

Ian, is everything OK?

Thought I'd check in, Charlie,
keep you up to speed.

Well, it's--
it's good to hear from you.

Um, have you heard anything from Krousov?

No, I suppose it's too early, yeah?

No, no, things are coming
to a head quite quickly.

As it happens,
I'm gonna get on my bike at any moment.

I just wanted to thank you
for all your support and guidance.

What happens today is all down to you.

Well, I--I couldn't have attempted
such a difficult operation without your help.

I've sent Winston Beale an email,

explaining exactly what a shining
beacon you've been over the past year.

I think he'll be amazed.

Well...that's very kind.

But, um, I was just doing my job.

It's done. It'll be waiting for him
when he logs on in the morning.

Wish me luck...Charlie.

Where are we meeting?

I pick you up. We go together.

No, just tell me which part of the airport,
and I'll see you there.

No, it's better I pick you up.

Where are you, Ian?

Hello? Porter? Hold on.

Krousov won't give me the location.

He's picking me up.

- You'd better not be stuffing us around.
- Who's that?

Look, it's just we can't do anything
unless you give us the bloody location.

I'll call you when I know.

Jason. Charles.

Look, I have some news about Ian Porter.

Um, some very disturbing news, I'm afraid.

And I find myself in the awkward position
of not being able to pass it on directly.

A bombshell from one of our sources

on the ground, Inspector Murray.

There's strong evidence Porter could
pose as grave a threat as Krousov himself.

At best, he's an unreliable informant.

One moment, Prime Minister.

He has to know what evidence we have

to support its existence
over and above Porter's word.

Krousov's here.

We've had two Federal Police
safe houses breached,

we've got an abnormal level of radiation.

What more do they need?

Just explain it to them...again.

He's here. Don't hang up.

Porter.

Porter.

Good at math?

So, you are OK?

Yeah.

He's just met Krousov.

Come here. Keep it open.

We're still heading to the airport?

Maybe.

The suitcase on board?

Yes, Ian.

Everything is here.

His phone's transmitting through
the Darling Harbour tower.

We'll monitor from the road.

Get all available state units
to Darling Harbour pronto.

All right? The Darling Harbour.

First, we deliver baby.

They will transfer money into my account.

Then we give them code.

Can't wait.

You are excited?

I'm very excited!

I mean, I-- Nothing gets me going
like the prospect of a large sum of cash.

This isn't the airport.

No.

Change of plan.

Oh, come on, Ian, please.
Just tell us where the bloody hell you are.

What service is the phone in?

Balmain. Over.

Balmain. What's in Balmain?

Is that our friend, the buyer?

The client is on a ship off the coast.

Vladimir.

You have the key, yes?

I have the code as well, remember?

It's in my head.

I haven't written it down anywhere.

The code?

- What is that?
- Don't know. Chopper?

In Balmain? Where is it?

- Oh, fuck!
- What?

The White Bay helipad.

All local units to the White Bay helipad!

Each one of these bombs has its own code!

This one is the irrational number pi...

to nine decimal places.

Do you think I'd allow you alone
to keep it secret?

Give the key to Nicky, please.

Sydney Control, can you please
clear the streets into White Bay?

By helicopter, Prime Minister.

Yes, sir, we believe the bomb is on board,

and we strongly suggest
scrambling the jets to intercept.

Nicky, take the key off him!

I'm not going.

Nicky!

I'm sorry, brother!

You see what you done to him?

Watch it!

The key.

Give me the key, Ian.

Don't be fucking idiot.

Shall I ask Vladimir to take it off you?

I give you the key,
you take my share of the money, too.

Yeah?

You don't know where the key is,
remember?

Jesus!

Come on, you...

fucking thieving Cossack!

Let's do this together, huh?!

You're fucking crazy!

Aye! Crazy!

British crazy fucking poofter!

Hey! Get down now!
Down! Down!

Well, he should be there.

Get flat on the ground!

He's on the chopper!

Who called police? You?

Bill!

The wind.
Which way is the wind blowing?

The PM doesn't want fallout
blowing back on Sydney.

Get your hands behind your heads!

Uhh!

PM won't scramble the jets
until they've established the wind direction.

By the time they make a decision

- it's gonna be too bloody late!
- I know.

Once that chopper leaves
Australian waters,

how are they meant to shoot it down?
They can't!

Well, how long does it give us?

Cannot go faster?

Faster.

Six minutes.

The wind direction is westerly.

The jets have been scrambled.

I want to do one tiny little thing

to make some minuscule difference

in this fucking awful world, Pippa.

Hey. International waters, my friend!

Winston?

Stop whatever it is you're doing,
and come up to my office, please.

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