All language subtitles for MI-5 S05E09 The Criminal.NonHI.en.BBC

Adam, it's Ros. Can you
hear me? Are you hurt? Adam?

My problem, if I have a
problem, is ordinary common grief.

I can't fight!

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

Adam's collapsed. He's
having some kind of fit.

He's not responding.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. Which way?

Shortly before dawn local
time, Special Forces penetrated

the stronghold of Serbian
General Marko Tezlia,

apprehending the
alleged war criminal.

Protected since the end of
the war, by a private army...

..some as young as nine
were rounded up and executed.

Where the hell is he?

You scared the hell out of me.

You think I'd waltz into
the spotlight like Liberace?

Anyway.

So, hop in. It's a long
way home to Blighty.

Sorry.

Old habits.

- Put the kettle on, Harry.
- Sleeping in a Savile Row suit

can undermine
the desired effect.

A chap knocks them
up for me in Hong Kong.

And sleep's been a
low priority recently.

- Operation on the boil. Bit tricky.
- Can't it wait?

Minister's orders, I'm afraid.

You'll know that Serbia's
keen to join the EU.

But Europe won't have it, not until
Serbia's given up her war criminals.

Which she can't. Because
after the war, the old warlords

reorganised into Mafia
gangs feeding off the chaos.

Marko Tezlia was
the worst of the lot.

So we picked Tezlia up,
direct from his stronghold.

Special Forces, in and out,
and served him up to the Hague.

It is what the
Serbs want, Harry.

To put this war, these thugs,
behind them. And they deserve it.

I suppose Britain deserves all those
contracts from a grateful new Euro-Serbia.

Come on! Tezlia wasn't just
a mobster, he was a genocide.

And his trial is a mockery.

Protected witnesses, key
witnesses, are being sold out. Killed.

You know what it's like at the Hague.
They think security's anti-European.

More chaotic scenes at the
Hague today where the trial

of the alleged
Serbian war criminal

General Marko Tezlia
is close to collapse.

It follows the murder of yet
another key prosecution witness

in an alleged Serb
Mafia-style assassination.

Human rights groups are stressing
the need to see the trial through...

Tezlia's organisation isn't
a normal criminal syndicate.

It's essentially a private army.

Most of them veterans who've
been with Tezlia since before the war.

Niko Grecic.

Tezlia's colonel during the
war. Tezlia's colonel now.

Yes, I know Grecic. The
worst kind of psychopath.

And our key witness.

Strategically, he's small fry,
another maniac obeying orders.

So we picked him
up, made him an offer.

He walks in exchange
for his testimony.

Why are we discussing this? I
presume you're not craving my approval.

He's in England.

And the rest. Come
on, John. Spit it out.

I see.

- Where's Harry?
- Moving in mysterious ways.

OK. Look, um...

You're all aware that on the last
mission, I had a... a bad moment.

That I froze.

And you know that
I've been having some...

personal issues lately.

So you should also know that I've
decided to do something about it.

Meanwhile, I give you my
word that my ability to do my job

is in no way compromised.

While that's still the case,
I'd appreciate it if this just...

you know, this stayed in the team.
I don't think Harry needs to know.

- Of course not.
- No need to ask.

Well, it's nice to see
some keen faces.

Niko Grecic is scheduled
to give evidence in five days.

General Tezlia's organisation wants
him dead before he gets the chance.

Richard Dempsey. MI6
traitor. Posted to Serbia in '92.

Sold out to the Great Cause.

Five days ago, he crossed into Hungary
and murdered two MI6 field operatives

who'd been sent
to intercept him.

Mozambique Drill, two to the chest,
one to the head. A Dempsey speciality.

And yesterday,
MI6 tipped us off.

He sneaked into
Waterloo in disguise.

He's come home to murder his former
comrade Niko Grecic before he testifies.

Where's Grecic being kept?

In a secure location which
won't remain secure indefinitely.

Jo, Zaf, I want you to work
with Adam to track down

and apprehend Dempsey.

And when you've done
so, I want you to kill him.

He has no value. Captured,
he'll tell any lie that might help him.

He'll stop at nothing in
pursuit of his objectives.

That includes killing anyone round this
table and anyone in the street out there.

Collect your weapons from
the armoury on the way out.

Ros, would you
stay behind, please?

This is John Russell, head of
the Special Balkan Executive.

Hi. And we're meeting in
the car-park because...?

- Boo!
- Oh.

Someone at the Hague
has got a very big mouth.

We don't know who, we don't know
how high, nor do we know their network.

We must consider this operation
compromised, which means you must stay

under the radar.

No personnel. No official resources.
None of the usual safe houses.

Paper trails are
dangerous things.

You're on your own.

- So where does he go?
- Black cab to Ealing station.

- Station CCTV?
- Never entered.

Moscow Rules.

Protocols set up during the Cold
War for agents behind the Iron Curtain.

Dempsey will consider himself in
enemy territory and act accordingly.

He'll take buses, walk,
go beyond CCTV coverage.

He'll just... He'll evaporate.

- So what's his next move?
- Old contacts?

None that wouldn't
kill him on sight.

But there is a sister.

Lucy Dempsey. 26.
Divorced. No kids.

Looks like she inherited
the family home.

- Were she and her brother close?
- Very.

He'll know we're watching her. She's the
only one he can trust. She's worth a look.

Harry... Ros?

Ros's whereabouts are classified

and there's to be
no direct contact

until this operation
is complete.

These safe
houses... So lifeless.

Actually, Niko, I live here.

Ah, very nice.

Hello, Lucy.

What a nice surprise.

This place hasn't changed much.

- Would you like a drink, Adam?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- So good to see you!
- How's Wes?

He's good.

- Give him a kiss from me.
- I will.

Um, Lucy, listen. I'm...

I'm actually here on
a professional matter.

We've had a report of
an incident in Serbia.

A shooting.

Richard's dead, Lucy. I'm sorry.

Do you remember
what Mum used to sing?

Because you and Richard
were always playing wars.

Ambushing each other.

How was she?

He hasn't made
contact yet. Stay on her.

Can I get you anything?

A light.

Not in my house, I'm afraid.

I should smoke outside?

There are matches
in the kitchen.

Hello, Luce.

- My god...
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Adam said you were...
- No.

Not yet.

But I needed to see you.

Take this.

Bye.

Dempsey!

Dempsey!

It was a planned
escape. He led us there.

The car he torched,
the tank was empty.

It was an obstruction,
not a bomb.

Adam.

- The personal element of this operation...
- There isn't one.

We failed to acquire
the target. End of story.

It's Zaf.

I've just caught up with
her outside Oxford Circus.

She gave me something.

Thanks, mate.

Dempsey told his sister to keep moving
until we caught up with her when she was

to volunteer this. He
insisted I be the one to call it.

I don't think we should give
him everything he wants.

- Richard Dempsey, I presume.
- Get me Carter.

I'll try to arrange a
conversation. What do you want?

To come in. Am I safe?

- Of course. You have my word.
- Your word! Ha!

He's seeding doubt. Enough
to let him do his job and get out.

He made a mistake, though.
Traces are faster than they used to be.

- He's in Hyde Park.
- 2 ½ square kilometres of park.

Exits too numerous to name. Thousands
of people moving in a thousand directions.

He might as well have
called from the moon.

You lost him?!

Zaf and Jo are following
possible escape routes.

Malcolm's working every security
system in the capital. We'll get him.

You have absolutely no
idea where he's gone, do you?

Just stay put. He's got
no way of finding you.

Oh, yes, very droll.

You think I'm a coward?

For agreeing to this deal.

A deserter?

I think you're a coward for burning
women and children to death.

- It was war.
- No, Niko.

It was murder.

There's a difference.

Get back there.

It's tear gas. Get
out. Take this.

Get out those doors, get out!

Go!

- Use that as a compress.
- Call an ambulance!

Can you stand?

Stand, come on.

Niko, stand.

- Harry, he found us.
- My God. Grecic?

- Still breathing.
- Keep it that way.

Tear gas to flush out personnel,
then gun them down outside.

That's not tradecraft.
That's a message.

A postcard to Serbia. How did
Dempsey know he was there?

Get me the files of the officers
who delivered Grecic to Ros.

Andrew Faulks,
low level officer, MI6.

£30,000 paid into an
offshore account in his name.

- A new account. Opened last week.
- OK, let's bring him in.

- Ros.
- Simon.

Simon, I need help.

Uh, Liv, get the children. Take
them to Heather and Allan's.

No, you stay here.

Please take a seat.

Oh, for God's sake, he said SIT!

How did you contact him, Kevin?

Contact who?

- Where is he?!
- Adam!

- Where's Dempsey?
- Adam!

A word.

So you're not allowing your
feelings to interfere with this operation

- He's our only route to Dempsey!
- Which is why he's here.

But remember this - you
are torturing a British officer.

Does that remind
you of anyone, Adam?

You're no good to me in this
condition. Sleep. Go for a run.

I need you at your best in the
morning. Rested. Calm. Objective.

He can't have one.

I'm not a battlefield surgeon,
Ros. I help to get people pregnant.

I'm not asking you,
Simon. Keep this man alive,

or anything you've got to lose
will be taken from you. Is that clear?

You know your trouble?
You enjoy this too much.

- You always did.
- Oh yeah, look at me, having fun

Come on!

Here, use that to compress it.

- Ros!
- Yeah?

- What should I do?
- Scrub!

Jenny?

- I heard something.
- What?

I don't know. A noise.

Whatever that is, it wasn't
there when I went to bed.

£30,000 into an offshore
account. It's all a bit tacky, isn't it?

How many times can I say it?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Come on, Andrew, we
know Dempsey contacted you.

Shit!

Shit! Ros...

I can't do this. I'm
sorry. Get out, Liv.

How's he looking?

He's dying.

He isn't trained for this. I am.

For God's sake!

Go on.

Simon, whatever happened between
you and this woman, I don't care.

Whoever this
man is, I don't care.

I just want them gone.

Because our
children are upstairs.

So take a step back, assist
me, and let's get this over with.

The first shot was through and
through. Very little fragmentation.

I extracted what I could
from the second wound.

So?

Shock and sepsis are
both likely to kill him.

But most urgently,
he needs blood.

No, I can't just go
and steal blood, Ros.

Or get it back in
time even if I could.

Harry, he needs a hospital.

Not until we've got
this mess pinned down.

OK, what's his blood group?

O positive.

Your blood sugar's already low.

And we'll be taking a lot more
blood than you can really afford.

- Well, that answers one question.
- What's that?

How does she sleep at night?

- Why do you do it, Ros?
- Do what?

This. To yourself.

It's a living.

Last time.

The chaotic war crimes
trial of General Marko Tezlia

continues to hang
in the balance today.

In London the Metropolitan
police have confirmed that a body

found in a South London
park yesterday evening

was that of the Serbian poet,
journalist and human rights campaigner,

Milan Dobshovic.

Last week he failed to appear
as a key prosecution witness

at General Tezlia's
trial at the Hague.

Police report that Mr. Dobshovic had
been shot three times at close range

in an apparent
execution-style killing...

Don't worry.

Nothing to report.

So. Who is this man...

that you should do
all this on his behalf?

Who could possibly
mean so much to you?

Actually, I'd just as rather see him
swinging from a rope, but there you go.

Wes will be up soon.
Don't let him see that thing.

Jenny...

Jenny.

Soon I'm going to have to leave.
When I'm gone, you stay in the flat.

You keep the windows
shut and locked.

You don't answer the phone. If anybody
comes to the door you don't know,

even if it's somebody you do know,
but you're not expecting, don't answer it.

You keep quiet and you hide.

- Harry.
- Adam.

Is everything all right? I wanted
you here fresh. First thing.

There's something I
must check out first.

Well, I want you on the Grid in
30 minutes. That's not a request.

In 1992, Adam was assigned to Serbia
to assassinate General Marko Tezlia.

The operation was blown.

Adam was captured
and tortured by Dempsey.

As proof of life, the
Serbs sent us this.

Yesterday, Adam's operational
decisions were downright questionable.

Today he's taken off
to do God knows what.

So I'm asking you once again...

What is Adam Carter's
operational fitness?

Oh!

You're absolutely
sure it's him? Faulks?

He was the delivery boy. He had
money that couldn't be accounted for.

- He didn't know what he was delivering.
- He found out.

Stupid boy.

Stupid, stupid boy.
Where's Grecic now?

Well, John under
the circumstances, I...

Come on, Harry! This is my
operation too. Where the hell is he?

Ros has taken
him to see a friend.

He's a doctor. He's safe.

What a God-almighty
mess this is.

- I'm a British officer!
- You're an assassin.

It was a black
operation. Sandpiper.

I infiltrated one of General Tezlia's
militia units, a unit led by Niko Grecic.

I fed intel on troop
movements. Atrocities.

After the war, drug
shipments, assassinat...

- Enough!
- All you have to do is listen.

I had to let them torture
you, it was my only way in.

Whatever happened
to Grecic, it wasn't me.

Come on, then!

Do it!

Two to the chest.

One to the head.

DO NOT MOVE!

Do it!

Shoot me.

Because, mate, I've got
nowhere left to go. I'm finished.

- Why else would I come to you?
- You botched the attempt on Grecic.

You want to find him.
I'm the means to that end.

No.

I'm your best hope for
keeping Grecic alive.

It's because there's
something rotten, Adam,

right in the guts of your
operation. I'm the proof of that.

I'm not here to kill Grecic,
Adam. I don't care about Grecic.

I just want to come home.

You... You...

My handler was Charlie Holland.

All communication with him was
limited to dead drop, and book code.

It's a robust form
of transmission...

..so long as you're working
from identical books.

Modify the code with
a basic shift pattern,

and it's all but unbreakable.

Moscow Rules, Adam.

Technology will
always let you down.

Keep it simple. If a message
is intercepted, it can't be traced,

either to source or destination.

And it can't be decoded without the right
shift pattern and the exact source text...

not just the right book, Adam,

but the exact edition.

When Tezlia was captured, I was
ordered to set up Grecic for extradition.

So I did. Grecic was picked up.

I crossed into Hungary.

And then two men
were sent to kill me.

Get in.

Who was Charlie's Control?

Only Charlie knew both
ends of the operation.

- That's what Control exploited.
- To what benefit?

Money.

There's an intelligence war
going on in Serbia, Adam,

between organised
criminal gangs.

And my intelligence on Tezlia...

what guns he's moving, what
drugs he's selling, what policemen,

what politicians, what journalists
he's got in his back pocket...

that has value to his rivals...

to the White Wolves,
the Zemun Clan.

They'll pay money for it.
And I mean serious money.

So Control was selling it.

With Charlie dead no one
can stand witness for you.

Or identify Control.

- Charlie was killed.
- He was an old man. They die.

Oh, come on!

They were sent for
Charlie and for me too.

They'll keep coming, until they've got
what they want. Me dead. Grecic dead.

Tezlia free.

And all evidence of
Sandpiper gone forever.

OK, we'll look into
Charlie Holland.

But for him, not for you.

Drive.

Your uncle never
mentioned any family.

Well, we weren't
related by blood.

Um, so how did he...?

Oh, very peacefully.
On his favourite bench.

It seemed very sudden.

Charlie was fit as a fiddle.

Always out and about... if not the
library, the gallery. Running errands.

It was a shock to us all.

Thanks.

They killed him.

Richard, give me a phone.

Give me a phone.

Once I make this call,
they'll have my position.

And soon after that,
they'll work out who I'm with.

So whatever you're trying to do,
once I've made this call, it's over.

You're walking dead.

Your funeral.

Malcolm? I need you to dig up
some security footage for me.

- It's an old people's home.
- Rooksnest. Fine. Times and dates?

Yeah, OK. Got it.

It'll take a minute or two, can I
call you back on this number?

Harry, Adam just called, a
pay-as-you-go cell phone.

Give him what he wants.

Give nothing away. Stay on him.

Thanks, Malcolm.

They're covering their tracks.

It's just a precaution in case an
old man left something he shouldn't.

That's not true. They were looking for
the Sandpiper cipher text. This is proof...

that Sandpiper existed.

What's he up to?

Ignoring orders, endangering
himself and wrecking the operation.

- Adam!
- I need you to look into something else.

Operation Sandpiper.

It's a black op.
Balkans. 1992 onwards.

Of course.

He's ditched the cell phone.

Harry?

Have you been in
contact with Adam?

No, of course not.
What's going on?

Ros, I think we
may have a problem.

I've never actually seen it.

By the time it was
built, I was in Serbia.

The strange thing about it...

..Serbia. I'd left
everything behind.

Everything that makes
you who you are.

I became reliant on
Niko Grecic's friendship.

Half of me actually
quite liked him...

..began to think
of him as my friend.

What's the name
of the source text?

"Two Cheers For Democracy".

EM Forster. First edition.

- If you're not at the rendezvous...
- Where would I go?

Be there. Or I swear to God...

Adam Carter... What brings
you to this side of the river?

Come along.

Progress on Dempsey?

He paid a visit to Charlie
Holland's nursing home.

- Showed some interest in his things.
- Holland? Why?

I don't know.

- Do you have Charlie's inventory?
- He taught me too well, I'm afraid.

Assume nothing. So yes...

his things are in storage.

Deep in the bowels somewhere.

And this is it?
This is everything?

It happens to us all, if we stay in this
job long enough. We end up with nothing.

And no one.

Hello.

What aren't you
telling me, Harry?

John, I've been up all night,

my psychic powers are at
a low ebb. Please elaborate.

I've just had your boy
in here. Adam Carter.

- To what purpose?
- Grave robbing.

Rooting around
Charlie Holland's things.

- When, exactly?
- He just left.

I'll speak to him.

- In the meanwhile, John...
- What?

Do you remember an
Operation Sandpiper?

Black op. Something Charlie
Holland might have been tied up in?

Not under my jurisdiction.

- You're late.
- I know.

Look, I don't care if you get
shot. Chances are, I'll do it myself.

But I'm not taking a
bullet for you, so move.

- Well?
- It wasn't there.

- They got to it.
- WHO got to it? WHO?

Whoever was running Sandpiper!

Where are we going?

We got to put some distance
between us and Thames House.

Hampstead Heath.

Adam?

I've got some idea of what
must be going on back there.

I'm sorry to do
this to you, but...

I need you to
answer this question...

honestly.

- Go on.
- Operation Sandpiper?

I've turned over every stone. If
there'd ever been a Sandpiper,

even a black op, it would have
left some trace, however faint,

but there's nothing.

- Adam, he's lying to you.
- Thanks.

- They're on Hampstead Heath.
- Jo, Zaf. Get up there. Hunt Dempsey down.

- Shoot him on sight. No questions.
- What about Adam?

Put all personal concerns aside. You
won't allow him to jeopardise this. Clear?

We're clear.

You're an assassin, Richard.

The funny thing is, you
came to the wrong place.

I haven't got the faintest idea where
Grecic is, so I can't lead you to him.

Are you seeking treatment?

For what?

Well, I think nowadays they call
it post-traumatic stress disorder.

But I still prefer burn-out.

It sounds more noble.

I've seen a lot of
it over the years.

The anxiety.

The long periods of detachment.

The erratic temper.
They're all classic symptoms.

- Don't try and talk me down, mate.
- I'm just saying.

- You're wrong, you know.
- No.

Don't do this, Adam.
Just give me more time.

You've had your time.

If Grecic's location is so
classified, you don't know,

then how did I find him?

- Your insider. Faulks.
- He admitted? How did we communicate?

Did he leave a trail?
He must have left a trail.

- Yeah.
- Zaf, what did you get out of Faulks?

Nothing. He gets an A-Star.

- Even after the full audio treatment.
- No.

No, he's not... He's not
capable of that kind of resistance.

If he's saying nothing it's
because he knows nothing.

Someone's setting him up.

Adam? Adam?

Jesus. Are you
telling the truth?

- You know I am.
- No, I don't know! I don't know! I just...

OK, OK, OK.

So you feed intel
to Charlie Holland,

who passed... who passes hard
copies on to his Control, whoever that is.

Charlie's old school and
Sandpiper's a black op,

on the dangerous edge of things.
So Charlie's going to archive the files

to cover himself, to prove he was acting
on orders. Where would he keep them?

- I don't know.
- It's your last chance, for Christ's sake.

He's not going to leave them lying
round God's waiting room is he?

So where? Come on think.

Look, Richard, look,

I'm running out of
options here, mate.

You know what that means?

I can't let you walk
away from this.

So think.

Think. Where did Charlie
leave the Sandpiper files?

The book won't be in its right
place. Charlie would've stashed it.

Excuse me.

Do you remember an old man called
Charlie Holland who used to come here?

- Charlie Holland?
- Yes.

- Wore a hat? Overcoat.
- Yes, yes.

What do you remember about him?
Did he have a favourite spot? A chair?

OK, Malcolm. I got it.

It's a library? Yeah, left here.

Here we are... It's a
number. 940, point...

2073. That's Dewey Decimal...

940. That's English History.

2000. Ancient history, I think.

2073... It's a map reference.

Zaf, Jo, keep focused, do
not let Dempsey deceive you.

- You ready for this?
- Yeah, you?

- Dempsey!
- He's one of us, he's a British officer.

Don't believe him.

- He's telling the truth.
- You said it yourself...

he'll tell any lie to keep himself
alive. I don't want to shoot you.

Zaf, Charlie Holland used
this library as a dead drop.

He's archived the intel
Richard's fed him from Serbia.

Listen to yourself, mate.
Listen to what you're saying.

- Dempsey tortured you.
- He had to.

To avoid compromising his
op. You'd have done the same.

Back to back.

Jo, if you shoot from that range,
you'll kill us both, you know that.

Look, I know things
haven't been right.

And I know you've probably been
ordered to shoot me if you have to.

But I'm not going to stand down.

So I'm asking you. Both of you.

Trust me. Just once more, yeah.

Trust me.

- Tell us what to look for.
- There's a book.

Lowest shelf. Far corner.
Jammed in the back.

Probably "Two Cheers For
Democracy". EM Forster.

It contains the archive.

Jo.

- Nothing.
- Look again.

Zaf.

So, now what?

- We'd agreed to elim...
- Eliminate him? Absolutely.

But first, let's see
what he's selling.

I went through Charlie
Holland's inventory today.

That old fossil!
And I found this.

It's a microdot camera...

an old spy's souvenir.

Used to capture documents onto
film so small it could only be read

with a microscope.

The film was about
the size of a full stop.

Sandpiper existed, John.

In the early days, it
was legitimate enough.

But then the Balkan war ended

and you decided to
keep Dempsey out there.

Why not?

You knew how
things would unfold.

Warlords would form
rival mafias. Rival gangs.

And you'd have a mole right at
the centre of the biggest of them.

You could sell Dempsey's
intelligence to the highest bidder,

fomenting turf wars,
territorial clashes.

The more chaos there was,
the more money you'd make.

You're worse
than a traitor, John.

- You're a pimp.
- There was no such operation.

The shutters came down on the
operation. You didn't mind that.

You'd spent years preparing,
wiping out every trace.

All that remained was
to kill Charlie Holland,

and send your
boys after Dempsey.

But Dempsey's still alive.
And Charlie left this behind him.

This book, which contains
FIFTEEN YEARS of good intelligence.

Everything Dempsey did
for you is archived in here.

Microdots, John.

It's called a tradecraft.

We know a Serbian hit
squad was hired to kill Grecic

after you sold
them his position.

So, enough.

Where are they?

Fine. Then I leave you alone in
this room, this soundproof room,

for ten minutes
with these two men.

Parkhouse Hotel.
Seven Sisters Road.

Adam. Let's get them picked up.

Niko.

Relax, Niko. He's with us.

I should have known.
I should have known.

Petar Lozarad... British agent!

That's right, mate.

Still. Good times, eh?

Except one day, someone
will put you in the ground,

for the things you did.

Two to the chest,
one to the head.

Your speciality.

Two to the chest.

One to the head.

But not today.

Because here you
are, to save me.

Not today.

Because here I
am... to save you.

It's nice. Being friends again.

A triumph for human
rights campaigners

in Serbia as Niko Grecic,
himself an indicted war criminal,

today directly implicated his
former general in the 1992 massacre

of Bosnian Muslim men and boys.

Grecic's evidence is
expected to last at least a week,

but commentators speculate that
today's testimony alone may be...

Jenny...

..I can't do this to you.

Oh?

- What comes next, "It's not you, it's me"?
- That's the point.

It's not you. And it IS me.

This is my life. The people
around me risk getting hurt.

The difference is
they've chosen to do it.

I can choose it, too.

For Wes, yeah. But not for me.

Come on, Jenny, you know
this isn't right, to allow...

to allow it to continue.

You're just scared.

Three people, in a flat, being
together. That terrifies you.

You spend weeks, months,
pretending to be other people,

not because you're a spy, but
because it's all you're capable of.

You told me once...

question your methods,
but not your motives.

Well, guess what? I do.

I question your motives.

You coward.

Who is it?

It's Maria.

Petar. There is no need.

There's every need, Niko.

What we're doing
will change the world.

No!

- Move!
- Out!

A cold war scenario for
the environmental age.

Why did we not know this?

We're never going to do
anything with this man in charge!

We won't close the barrier
gates for the high tide

and at five o'clock this
evening London floods.