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Is there a problem?

Yes, Ruth, I think there is.

You're covering for someone.

Ruth Evershed is the person
we should be looking for.

- You're admitting to murder.
- Think of a better solution.

Harry goes and
what happens to MI5?

- Goodbye, Harry.
- Goodbye, Ruth.

Selling nuclear
power to an Arab state.

A lot of people are going to be against
this, including our cousins in Tel Aviv.

We've had a lot of
heated debates in cabinet.

- I can imagine.
- It was worse, believe me.

The prime minister's
determined to make it happen.

What about the public?

We managed to sell them
a war based on a fairy tale.

Half a million
marched against it.

And it didn't change a thing.

At least this will actually
be for their benefit.

People can be
surprisingly open-minded

when it comes to making
sure their cars don't run dry.

Still, I wouldn't want to be in your
shoes once you announce the deal.

We're trying to guarantee the
economic stability of a whole generation.

- It's worth a fight.
- Well...

if you insist on sticking
with this democracy concept.

Without a credible opposition, I
think we've got the best of both worlds.

Thank you, Daniel.

Both our countries
will be stronger for it.

From your lips to God's
ears, Mr. Ambassador.

Thank you, Daniel. Both our
countries will be stronger for it.

From your lips to God's
ears, Mr. Ambassador.

Intruders! Intruders on Pier 6!

Please help me!
Stop, please, stop!

I'm on my way in.

Daddy.

What are you doing up? Go on.

Go back to bed. Go on.

- All right. I'll be up in a minute.
- Thanks, Jenny.

- Another software emergency?
- System's down again.

I can't do this any longer.

- What... what are you talking about?
- You.

I mean, come on, Adam. I'm
not stupid. "Software specialist"?

There isn't a programming book in
the house and you only have one laptop.

You wake up in the middle
of the night, screaming.

You leave at the drop of a hat. And
the worst part, you keep Wes at bay,

- when all he wants is to be with you.
- Jenny...

I don't know what you're
involved in, I don't want to know.

Part of me wants to call Social Services,
for Wes's sake, but when you are around,

you're a great dad.
When you're around.

- Jenny, everything's fine, OK?
- Enough, Adam. Enough lies.

Look, there really is an emergency,
and I really do have to go.

Let's talk when I get back. You won't have
called Social Services by then, will you?

Preliminary feedback from
the crime squad boys isn't good.

The inside of the containers
were a mess. Food, water bottles.

- Nothing significant yet.
- Make sure Forensics let us know

when they've got something.
Zaf, the roadblocks?

There are too many roads to cover,
given the amount of time that's passed.

I'm still here.

GCHQ is going
through all recent chatter

to see if the port of entry
or the ship comes up.

- What about the watchlist?
- I'll have it to you in ten minutes.

Can I help you with something, or are you
having some kind of mystical revelation?

Well, an update
would be welcome.

Well, since the last time you asked,
which was all of seven minutes ago,

we're still running the faces
through facial recognition.

- They were wearing hats.
- Well, that is unusual in a dockyard.

Well, that explains it.

We're working on some filtering
tweaks to see their faces clearly.

We've got them on tape! This is
before they blow themselves up for once.

Can we try and do something
with that stroke of luck?

- It only happened three hours ago.
- We've got them on tape.

- Tell me something uplifting.
- The best I can do right now is bleak.

- Do your worst.
- I've spoken to Special Ops.

They confirm what we've been
thinking. These men are trained. Military.

Add to that that the container they
were in was taken on board in Casablanca

and booked by a
shipping company in Beirut.

Well, they weren't sneaked
in here to pick cockleshells.

What about the
weapons they used?

The guard was hit four times.

Automatic pistol, 9mm.

He didn't even flinch.

Juliet.

Great to see you back.

- You look well.
- You haven't been this nice

- since you tried to seduce me.
- Tried?

I don't need your pity.

In that case, the entire
security service is on high alert.

I don't have time to baby-sit
a few Saudis because...

This is not a request. I'm not saying
"please", just get on with your orders.

Six are sending Neil Sternin over,
he's been running with this in Saudi.

Try not to make him
feel too uncomfortable.

I'll make sure he gets a corner office
and book him a foot massage, shall I?

It's good to see you.

We're selling nuclear
plants to the Saudis?

They have oil right now, but it'll run out
and they're desperate for an alternative.

You're forgetting one small detail.
We're talking about Saudi Arabia here.

It's hardly the
most stable place.

What if Bin Laden's men
overthrow the royal family

after we give them
the plutonium?

He's been vocal about it
being his main aim in life.

The plants will be in the desert

and they'll have fail-safes
guarded by the British Army.

That solves everything. If
the regime is overthrown,

Her Majesty's Fusiliers
will make a real difference.

I imagine the Israelis
won't be thrilled.

The main points of the
deal are already in place.

These four Saudi princes are flying
in tomorrow to sort out the fine print.

Let Special Branch
look after them.

One of them may be providing the
information and funding to Al-Qaeda.

They've traced payments made
to the terrorists back to accounts

linked to one of these four. They're
unable to pinpoint which one is involved.

Perfect. Let's FedEx a couple
of nukes over to Tora Bora

- and save ourselves the hassle?
- They're here for 48 hours.

The Foreign Office need to know who
the sympathiser before they close the deal.

We need to close this deal
before anyone else does.

I don't see why
you're so against it.

It'll show we support our
friends in the Arab world.

Our "friends" are unelected dictators,
hanging onto power by their fingernails.

You'd rather sell them to Hamas?

Sooner or later, the royal family will fall
That's why they've bought half of Beirut.

The fact that they to be our allies means
it's almost impossible for them to survive.

We can't just not support
them as long as they're in power!

- You won't mind taking care of this then.
- What?

- We've got six terrorists on the loose.
- Why do you think I'd rather...?

One of us has to, Ros.

Having suicidal whackos running
around should be top priority.

Adam.

Neil.

Do you two need a few minutes?

- We're all sorted.
- We're not "all sorted".

- Have you met Ros Myers?
- Hi. Harry's brought us up to speed.

Sorry we don't have more to go with. It's
getting harder to operate in the desert.

The Americans aren't keen
on us snooping on their friends.

- We'll do better with a home advantage.
- Yeah. I'm sure you will.

Their being here is an opportunity
to get a closer look at them,

without worrying about
our CIA big brothers, but...

they're only here in the UK
for two days to secure the deal.

Now, if we can gain access
to their phones and laptops,

we can plant some trackers,
maybe open some back doors.

- What are our options?
- Very limited.

We've been able to get hold of
their schedule. It's pretty solid.

Meetings with the foreign office, the PM,
visits to nuclear plants, formal dinners,

plus a reception at the Saudi
Trade Centre on Friday night.

Doesn't leave us much
room for manoeuvre.

They're being well looked after.

- They still like to party, don't they?
- Absolutely.

I don't need to remind you
we need to tread carefully.

We don't want a diplomatic melt-down
on our hands. No pun intended.

I think I'm going to
need a few new outfits.

How long's it been? Three years?

- Five. It was Beirut.
- Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry about Fiona.

Despite our differences,
she was very special.

Thanks.

How you getting on with Ros?

She's all set to get in
there and find our man.

Just to sell nuclear
technology to the Arabs.

How insane can you get?

But then, you're
probably OK with that.

Actually, I'm not too
keen on the idea either.

What, you? The great Arab
apologist, changing his tune?

Of course. Now you've seen first
hand what these savages are capable of.

It has nothing to do
with Fiona's death.

Doesn't it?

Just because I don't want an unstable
regime getting nuclear technology,

doesn't mean I'm a fan of
Israeli policy like you are.

What do you think our policy would
be if we had July 7s every week?

I need back-up. The princes
are only here for two days.

I can't spare anyone and the other
sections are using anyone available.

The terrorists have
to be our priority.

- You'll just have to do what you can.
- Shall we?

Aaah! What a beauty!

Russian.

Circa... late seventies.

See that? It's a motion sensor.

It's one of the few
missing from my collection.

You're in heaven,
aren't you, Malcolm?

Well, look at them.
Marvels of craftsmanship.

Minuscule testimony to the
boundless ingenuity of man.

OK, you're scaring me now.

Oh, well. Out with the old...

..in with the new.

There he is. His
name's Firaz Ali.

How long on the
terrorist watchlist?

Three years.

- When was he turned?
- After July 7 he couldn't cope.

He came to us.

Let me handle this. I'm breaking with
our usual meeting routine. It'll spook him.

Shit!

We need to talk, Firaz.

You're not supposed
to come here.

Hey, listen to me.

- I just want to talk to you.
- I haven't done anything.

I'm not saying you
have. I just need to talk.

- Is there somewhere we can talk?
- I can't help you.

They'll kill me. These
people aren't stupid.

They know you've got
people grassing on them.

- I'm not risking my life again.
- It's important.

I can't, I'm not...

What d'you want?

Last night, six men were caught
coming into the country illegally.

What are they planning and
when are they planning to do it?

Talk to your friends,
get me something.

If anything goes
off, anything at all,

we've got block
bookings to a place

that makes Guantánamo
look like Spearmint Rhino.

Adam, what the hell
is wrong with you?!

I don't know. Sometimes it just
feels like we're wasting our time.

Jo.

I've got a lead from
Customs in Folkestone.

The container's manifest

was deleted from the harbour master's
computer. There's no paper copy.

The officer on duty last
night was Renko Prosnik,

and he's got a gambling problem.

- Can you get me Prosnik's address?
- It's on its way to your handset now.

Got it. Thanks.
We're splitting up.

Go on.

I know where it is.

OK, I'll see you then.

- Have you got a description of Prosnik?
- Yeah.

OK... he's white,
five foot seven.

Early fifties, balding.

I've got a suspect leaving his house,
heading towards Cheapstead Road.

I'm going after him. Get back-up
to check out Prosnik's house.

God!

Oh, no.

- Is everything all right?
- My system's frozen.

- Have you run a re-draft protocol?
- It won't let me. It's completely jammed.

What were you running?

Um, the face recognition
with beta update.

It's probably overloaded the system.
You might have to do a total reboot.

Oh, if I do that, I'll have to run
the program from the beginning.

- Let me try something. May I?
- Please!

This could take a few minutes.

Knock yourself out. I'll get
myself a coffee. Do you want one?

Only if it's from the canteen.
That muck there is pure poison.

You're being generous.

What are you doing?

Just making sure none of the other
programs were corrupting the system.

The recognition software was the
only program running when it crashed.

I had to make sure the other
programs were shutting down correctly

to isolate the problem.

- I'd better get this checked out properly.
- Don't do that.

Why? Why not?

Sally, you've only been
here a short while, right?

So?

And you were brought in after
the whole Ruth Evershed affair.

Yes. Why?

What I'm about to tell you
falls under your secrecy oath.

You're not to discuss this
with anyone. Are we clear?

- What are you talking about?
- Are we clear? Yes or no?

- We're clear...
- I'm working for the attorney-general.

We're running an
internal investigation.

- What?!
- Found any matches yet?

- No. Nothing yet.
- All right.

- Who are you investigating?
- Harry Pearce and Adam Carter.

And their links to Ruth Evershed
and the Cotterdam scandal.

I need you to keep
quiet about this, Sally.

We'll talk later.

Thanks for the coffee.

- Is this your legend?
- Yeah.

Amanda Lowery. Hotel's
guest services supremo.

The girl that usually looks after
them is visiting her sick mother.

- Let me guess. In Dorset.
- No, Sydney, actually.

We couldn't get her
on a plane fast enough.

She gets them everything they
need. And I do mean everything.

- So who should we start with, then?
- These two.

Prince Wissam, one
of the king's favourites.

Shrewd investor,
tough negotiator, but a

bit of a mystery as
to where his heart lies.

And Prince Khaldoon.

Rumoured to have
the old man's ear.

Openly enjoys the trappings
of the Western world,

but resents the West over its
treatment of the Palestinians.

I don't remember the Saudis
ever lifting a finger to help them.

That's one of the main arguments Bin
Laden uses to demonise the royal family.

Good luck.

The ultimate hands-free kit.

Two-way communication.

We can hear you perfectly,
without ambient interference,

through the microphone built into
this stunning four-carat cubic zirconia.

Every girl's dream.

It works in conjunction with
a one-millimetre microchip

in a saline solution. It's like a
traditional bone-anchored hearing aid.

I'll insert it next to
the mastoid bone,

the part of your skull
directly behind your ear.

- Malcolm, I hate needles.
- Be brave.

The sound vibrations
pass directly to the cochlea,

bypassing the
middle and outer ear.

You'll be able to hear us
perfectly and no one else will.

And what about the
princes' computers?

You'll need to replace their
computers' hard drive with this.

This will give us access to their
data without them knowing it.

How am I going to distract them?

Concentrated gamma
hydroxybutyrate.

Otherwise known as liquid
Ecstasy in its more mundane form.

From your former
raving days, no doubt.

This is different. It goes
to the right Persinger lobes,

the area of the brain
that controls memory.

Two drops can knock
them out for half an hour.

As they wake up, you can
suggest anything you want

and they'll believe
it really happened.

And to think it's banned.

The MI5 watchlist? Yes.

You did well.

I agreed to inform you
about what was going on.

Don't ask me to do this
again. It's too dangerous.

Believe me, the last thing we
want is to lose an asset like you.

Good. They've
turned a few of them.

That will make it easier for
me to distract your colleagues.

Use the ones on the list
closest to the informants.

This way they'll be
sure to pick up on it.

Anything changes, let me know.

What are you doing?

Jenny.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

I... I'm... Too late. I'm...

- Tell Wes I'll be round to say goodbye.
- Jenny.

I work for the British
Security Services.

I'm a spy.

Jenny, I was going to tell
you eventually. I promise.

Honestly.

Have you had me checked out?

- Now I feel sick.
- It's my job.

You know about me but
I know nothing about you.

- It's not really fair, is it?
- I'm sorry. It's just facts and figures.

The service turns its eye on you, clicks
once, stamps your file and moves on.

Your wife. Is she really dead?

- Yes.
- How did she die?

Fiona was shot.

Were you there?

We were on an operation
together. She died in my arms.

Is that what your
nightmares are about?

Yes, partly.

OK.

In the dreams, I'm dying. But
that's... that's not what it's about.

I'm worried about Wes.

I'm somewhere far away and,
um... I'm trying to get home. But it's...

I'm hurt and I'm bleeding.

It's just that I'm far away.

Look, if you... if you still
want to leave, I understand.

But I... I'd really
like you to stay.

Let's talk about it
more in the morning.

Thank you.

No! Wes!

Wes!

No!

- Oh, my God!
- Adam? Adam!

Adam, wake up!
Adam! It's Jenny. Adam.

It's me, it's me, it's me.
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

You're at home. Wes is safe.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK.

- Hey.
- Hello.

I've... I've got to go to work.

I should probably make
you breakfast, or something!

I'm fine.

Don't worry. Go.

I've got to get Wes up anyway.

I'll see you when I get back.

- Hello?
- Mr. Wise?

I know you had secret meetings
with the Saudi ambassador.

- Who is this?
- Call off the nuclear deal.

How did you get this number?

- Do you consider yourself a good Jew?
- Who the hell are you?

A good Jew wouldn't
put his people at risk.

I'm not putting anyone at
risk! I could have you arrested.

We would like you to reconsider
your position on this issue.

"We"? Who's "We"?

Reconsider your position,
Minister, Before it's too late.

He's a big boy.

Ex-SAS. Nothing but the best.

Sorry, I can't be there.

Don't worry, Neil. We'll
do your dirty work for you.

- Good luck. Oh, and Ros?
- Yeah?

Watch the minders. They might get
overly ambitious with your body search.

Ooh, I can't wait!

- Minister Wise?
- Who is this?

Have you thought about my
request to stop the nuclear deal?

You could go to jail
for this, you know.

Answer my question.

I'm warning you. If
you don't stop this,

I'll have you found
and locked up.

We need you to reconsider your
position, Minister. Before it's too late.

- Think of your children.
- Are you threatening me?

I believe the threat was
addressed at your children.

I have no doubts.

The government continues
to kill Muslims in Iraq.

The people elected
the government.

They are responsible for the
deaths of our brothers and sisters.

Our words are dead until we
give them life with our blood.

Are you ready now to forsake
everything for what you believe?

We're at war and I'm a soldier.

Very well. I have
everything you need.

The targets, the equipment.

I need you to be ready
to undertake your mission.

And to find me three other brothers
who are ready for the final sacrifice.

When will this happen?

Our enemies are everywhere.
We need to move very quickly.

How quickly?

Friday night.

Have you enough time
to find three other martyrs?

I can find you a hundred.

Good.

Use this from now on. It's safe.

Did you say this
was taken yesterday?

Yes. What do you think,
Harry? Should I be worried?

You knew the deal
would be unpopular.

Yes, but we have
to make it happen.

It's the perfect barter deal.

We get our oil guaranteed for the
next 20 years at a pre-agreed price,

they get nuclear power
when their oil runs out.

And ten years from now,
when oil's $500 a barrel

and they're burning cars all over
in Europe, we'll look back on this

and thank God we had a government
with the courage to do this deal.

That's one outcome. The other is
that fanatics take over Saudi Arabia

after we've shipped over enough
enriched plutonium to make 100 bombs.

We're not the only
ones chasing this.

The Americans are selling
nuclear technology to India,

which isn't exactly a Shangri-La
of social harmony either.

Everyone's ready to do whatever
it takes to secure their oil flow.

The French, Germans, Russians.

They're all courting
the Saudis as we speak.

If someone's going to flog
them nuclear plants, why not us?

Of course some people
are going to be against it.

The question is, to what
lengths are they prepared to go?

They threatened my
family, Harry, my children.

- Can you protect me?
- You're a public figure.

I can give you round-the-clock security,
put a tap on your lines, run a trace.

- I don't want to do a Rushdie.
- I didn't think you did.

If I withdraw my support, the
opposition will seize the momentum

and we'll lose the deal. I can't
do that to the prime minister.

Nor should you have to.
I'll arrange your security.

Don't let it get to you.
We'll get the bastards.

What were you doing
on my computer, Neil?

I didn't download this.

- Good afternoon.
- If you'd like to follow me.

I don't think so. Not if
you want to keep your job.

Good afternoon.

Forgive me.

It's no trouble. I understand you're
not here solely for entertainment.

- A common misconception.
- So, where were we?

Well, I think we're just
about done, actually.

I wanted to make sure
you had everything.

- I did promise Elvira I'd look after you.
- Thank you. I have everything I need.

Are you sure? Because
whatever it is, I can...

You're very kind. Thank you.

OK.

Nice boat.

Yes. I bought one
just this morning.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

Do you know, we actually had a
client staying here a few days ago.

He does the interiors
for jets and yachts.

He doesn't like anyone to know this,
but he's just done Bill Gates's new jet.

And George Clooney's yacht. You should
see his work. It is AMAZING, I tell you.

I could show you his website.
Would you like to see it?

Please!

Oh... Well, that's
a bit embarrassing.

Battery's gone dead. I
really want you to see this.

I'm so sorry, but do you have
access to the internet here?

Just a moment, OK.

I'm so sorry to trouble you.

Malcolm, I need an incredible
website address NOW.

I'm on it!

His card should be
in my bag somewhere.

Oh, I know. It'll be on
my BlackBerry, won't it?

This bag is such a
mess, I'm telling you.

I was going to clean it
out but it just gets worse!

Go to tribaldidesign.com.

The designer you're
pushing is Enrico Tribaldi.

Enrico Tribaldi. That's it.

And he is at tribaldidesign.com.

Here's to safe sailing.

You said on the phone
you had something for me?

My friend's name is Hassan Khan.

I don't know the man who asked him to put
together a team, but he's not from here.

- Where's he from?
- I don't know. The man told him

he'd just arrived in England and
there would be many more like Hassan.

- When's this for?
- Tomorrow night.

If the guy who recruited Khan
is one of the six in Folkestone,

what if each of the six
have recruited three others?

- We're looking at 24 potential bombers.
- In one night.

The Armageddon scenario.

- No cell will know about any other.
- Should we issue a public alert?

We'd gain nothing. It
would drive them into hiding.

- They'd wait till things calmed down.
- Well, we know about Khan's cell.

He lives with his
family in Surbiton.

We're looking for Hassan Khan.

Go through the place
with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, this little
lady is very special.

We thought you might like
her. Big on yoga. Very bendy.

Imagine the possibilities.

Now I've got a DVD of her.

- She's nice. Tell her to come too.
- OK.

But tell me.

What about you?

- Me?
- Yes.

Your Highness, I work for you.

Yes.

This wasn't in the script.

- I can be very generous.
- I'm sure you can.

- The thing is...
- Yes?

Well, the truth is...

I've done things in my past
that I'm not particularly proud of.

With other women.

Tell me more.

I can't believe
I'm telling you this.

Some of it's even on film.

Ah, I... Can I see them?

- No! No!
- Come on!

Well, there is one website
that still has it. God knows why.

Tell me you don't have
a computer with you.

One moment.

We'll be more
comfortable in here.

I told you, Your
Highness. I prefer women.

I can think of a few ways to
make you change your mind.

100,000 ways.

I'm sure this isn't
a very good idea.

I am.

- They've raided Khan's house.
- OK.

I need the map of the
CCTV camera positions

to make sure they can
identify him when he turns up.

I'll send it through
as soon as we get it.

Um...

That thing you mentioned.
I'm not comfortable with it.

Sally...

You said this is for
the attorney-general?

I'd like to know more
about who's sanctioned this

and who I can talk to about it,
because I don't like working in the dark.

I'll fill you in on everything.
As soon as I get clearance. OK?

Let's go, baby.

Shit!

Oh, my God. Malcolm?

What's happened?

- His pulse. How fast is his pulse?
- Malcolm, he's tachycardic.

Maybe he's taking some medication
that's reacting badly with the drug.

Malcolm, what do I do?

Er, check out the room.

Er, drawers,
cupboards, anything.

Look in his briefcase. Maybe
he's got some prescription drugs.

Phenedrine. Batrium. Ploxenol.

That's it. He's got
a heart murmur.

Why did no one
tell me about that?

Malcolm. What... do... I... do?

All right. He needs sugar, lots of sugar.
Lemonade, anything with lots of sugar.

It'll neutralise the
acidic reaction.

Drink. Drink.

Prince Khaldoon. Is everything
all right? Prince Khaldoon?

Are you all right in there?

OK, let's go in.

Oh...

Could we have a
little privacy, please?

Seen enough, boys?

Oh, bloody hell!

Ros, I really think you
should get out of there.

We've got nothing on him, Malcolm.
What's he doing tomorrow night?

He's down to attend a
reception at the Trade Centre.

Great. Look, he's coming round.

He'll be suggestible
for about 30 seconds.

OK, right.

That was just... amazing.

No, no, no. I have to go, but I'll see
you tomorrow night at the reception.

- What reception?
- Tomorrow night.

You invited me to a
reception at the Trade Centre.

Oh, great!

I'll see you then.

Oh, great.

I look forward to it.

Been through Khan's computer.
This is what he was googling.

- West End nightclubs.
- Yeah. He checked out six of them.

There's increased chatter.
References to Friday.

- Tomorrow.
- Three more of my assets are missing.

- Why weren't they watched?
- They were, but there were too many.

We know the possible targets. They
can't be bait. They have to be told.

We can't go public. They'll
just attack somewhere else.

We have CCTV surveillance and eyes on the
ground. We'll use them to get the bombers.

I'm not letting Armageddon happen. I
want every police officer, camera, snitch,

everything we've got, I want totally
focused on the target locations.

Find them and stop them.

They'll be looking for backpacks.
With these you will go unnoticed.

You need to arrive to your
targets early, when it's quiet.

Once you're inside, you
choose your place carefully.

You understand?

Yeah, all clear.

We've got one.

- Who is it?
- Hassan Khan.

Charing Cross.

He's going to the
Corvette. Zaf, let's go.

Jo, tell the SFOs
to hold off until

the last minute. We
have to find the others.

Simon, why don't you come over?

Have any others been
sighted? One at Holborn.

- Where's Khan?
- He's very near the club.

The SFOs have visual contact,
and are awaiting your arrival.

He's ahead of us.

Don't do this.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Adam.

Just stay calm.

Please, don't do this.

Adam, stay back.

It's putty.

- It's what?
- It's just putty!

Mobile, mobile, mobile!

Mobile.

Mobile, mobile. Mobile.

Mobile, mobile. Mobile!

Mazel Tov.

Yalla.

The Trade Centre's been taken
over by armed terrorists. Do you copy?

Do you copy?

Ros? Ros, what's happening?

Ros, talk to me!

I'm really sorry. I
was looking for...

They knew who we were watching.

They could only have got that
information from someone on the inside.

- What are you doing?
- Sit down.

- I really need to talk to your boss.
- You'll get yourself killed!

No!

That's not anyone working here, but
someone here lead us to the trough!

She's next.